Counted sheep on my way to sleep with you laying next to me.
Finally the cow jumped over the moon and I was fast asleep.
When I woke up to the rays of sunlight heating on my skin you were gone.
I figured we would talk one more time before I had to see you go.
I never got the chance to see you go.
Gone too soon.
All I had left of you was the sheet we shared the night before that I cuddled to my heart.
I want to explain myself in so many words, but my lips are sealed and the key has been thrown away.
The last time I got to hear your heart beat was the moment before I said I hated us.
The loudest silence I ever heard.
The damage I have inflicted on a nothing to something seems to be so unruly.
There’s no comfort in this garden without an you.
So I will lay back down in the last thing we shared only to close my eyes to see the last image of you laying beside me.
It’s the only comfort I have with you being gone too soon.-HonestlyFrank