O! heart. How broken can you be? He is gone, love. He is gone.
The memories are far too sweet and I'm addicted. The summer he held me in his arm. I miss those arms. I miss that summer sweat. And I miss him in all the lovely ways. The first encounter and the ones that followed. I adored his humour. I adored our love affair. A piece of me was a piece he held. I can't get over the love we shared. But it's gone now. It vanished with the deleted chats. The photos of him and the cold he left with that. Now I'm far too lonely to love. Living with a stolen heart. In a cage he helped me to bury under some moondust. He is gone, love. His is gone.
