I am stranded. I am lost, and floating. The night I left you until tonight, your memory still lingers. Hurting me, stronger by each day that comes. Haven’t seen you in a long while, I miss you.
Bring me another used shirt of yours. I like the way it smells. I like the way you smell. And now as I write to you I am wearing that old gray shirt you left a month ago. I wear it every night, after shedding tears of longing and regret I would slip into your shirt. I can still smell you, as if you never left. It comforts me a little. Knowing I still have something that could remind me of you.
I’ve been so unproductive lately. I know it’s wrong and I’ll try my best not to sloth anymore. But please promise me one thing, come back to me. I am tired of being alone. Again. Now that I have found my love I would do anything to have you back.
Can you hear me when I shout out your name at night in between the thick whisper of the wind and the salty river that streams down my cheek?
11/24/4
5:30 am
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