I write, I write
Words  to try and fill
The space where you
Were  the space where
I had everything
The space where it all
Together and now forever
I am outcast 1 am
Gone  I am alone
Lost my  song I have
A  gun at my
Head all the time
And  1 retch through
Each day fending your
Memory   away
The jigsaw is split and
Does not fit
Together any more
How  red and sore you are
In my  head
How  to strike you dead
How  to kiss your feet
How  to eat to stay alive
How  to sew my  hive of health whole
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