By Star of David
Date: 2007 Jul 14
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Come Back

I am so angry today. I miss you. I wish you were here to hold me. Last night I pictured you holding me and cried myself to sleep. I’m too old for this. When will you come back or truly leave, for always? You are everywhere, even in coffee. I tried tea but I couldn’t bear losing you even more, so I switched back again. You are there in cigarettes, unmade beds, old love songs and bitterness. Memories of you evoke memories of being held and being loved and being cherished. I have not felt that way in a long time. You said I was your survival and now you’ve left me for the dead. It’s not your fault, I know, but in letting me leave, you let me lose. You failed that test. You should not have let me go; you should have forced me to stay. You should have made me stay. Now I ache and burn and hurt so hard with the pain of letting you let me go. Come back. I am weak for you.
(July 14, 2007)