Days.
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As I watch the sun set
A tear falls from my eye
My mind wonders a myriad of things
All connecting back to you.

It must be a tumor.

I can still smell your aroma
Of sweet grass and sour milk
Almost like a baby who threw up on itself.
I wish you were still here.

Maybe you aren't really gone.

I can see you sometimes
Out of the corner of my eye
Lurking in the darkness, where its cold, safe.
Why don't you talk to me anymore?

The winter is coming....I can tell.

It's quiet now, I can't see you.
I can't hear you. I can't feel you.
Where did you go? You were so there.
But now, it's all changed.

I'm the one who is gone.