2:08 a.m.

He doesn't even have existence anymore.
Must he lose even my remembrance of him?
Just because it hurts me to think of him
And how unfair it is that he was cut off
Like a voice in mid-song
And how it hurts to miss that music that he is not anymore,
does that mean I can stop thinking about him?
Just because I am tired of the bone-jarring sobs
The soul-shaking breath-taking stomach-aching sobs,
Does that mean I can turn over and rest in sleep?
Wildly loved, now passionately mourned.
Deeply needed, now painfully missed.
I don't understand but i'll stay awake anyway.