Death of a Soul mate

I tried to write this poem

This statement

But I am anti- this poem

Because written establishes visual truth

In the absence of your visible truth

You existed

And so did I

Where are we?

No, not one tear shed

I’m sure you are watching

Haunting and waiting

For me to show breakage

But you must

Feel

This page in sorrow

I want to rip at it

Until I tear

I had finally

Stopped fearing love

And leapt to the height of you

But you are out of reach

Again

I am lost

Who was I?

And how

On earth

Did I survive

And feel

And find happiness

Pre-you?

I never had to think of things

Now I can’t think

I can’t swallow the mere idea

You existed!

And so did I

Where are we?

Dead to the world?

Just one drop

Is all it takes

To lose it all

And become this page

Revealing the visual lie

Of your absence

Beckoning the visible lie

Presently my future is past…

Ha, and the world turns. TeeTee