When I was with you, I would sometimes pretend that you had died, so I could try out the truth of living without you.

And now that we’re apart, the reality of your being very much alive and not here with me is more than I can bear.

I feel you everywhere.

You permeate every thought, every dream, every moment that I am conscious or asleep. Even though I had to let go, even though you have replaced me, I perist in you.

You’re in my coffee, you’re on my deck, you’re in the shower and in every bite of food.

You were singly the greatest love and the greatest wound I have ever or will ever feel.

I am undone.