The Time

I knew it would happen but I hoped
I was just overthinking and the reality
of such nonsense was only a figment
of my imagination, but no. It was very
real and very painful. How did it ever
get to this point of not being able to
breathe because I'm being suffocated
with memories of the feelings you gave
me. Slowly filling my lungs like thick smoke
from the fire that lit up when you pulled me
close in the middle of the night or when
you randomly kissed my forehead. I sit there
constantly gasping for air while tears
rush down my face and land on lonely
flesh. How are you moving on so easily?
How are you not haunted with the same
memories of me fitting next to you like
the perfect puzzle piece? This pain is so
unbearable I just want it to stop but the
only cure is you. You are my herbal
remedy that I thought would always
be my secret but you now fill up a space in
someone else's kitchen. You're feeling up
someone else's lungs with laughter and
warming there heart with hugs and kisses.
So for the time I felt it, I am grateful, but for now
and until whenever, I am sinking.