What I miss more than anything is that you were my constant in this uncertain, ever-changing life.
Like the ticking of a clock, the movement of hour by hour, I knew that you would be there and I would be with you.
Until you weren’t.
And now I know not left from right or up from down. I fear the seconds because they slip by as minutes and days. Water provides no sustenance; drink provides no peace.
Your leaving has unmade my world and all the rules no longer apply.
How do I go forward when I don’t even know what that is anymore? How do I get over you when I no longer can even divine the start?