the air was knocked out of me
the spring taken over by the eternal cold
i'm an asthmatic
he was my inhaler [still is]
but i seemed to have misplaced my inhaler
because he is not here

my cuts are fresh wounds again
i cry as the alcohol and lemon drips down my arms
my bandaids were removed
he was my medicine [still is]
but he can't heal me right now

the spring that brought all cold to an end
even in January.
he melted off the snow in my heart
the sun that peeked from the shoulders of the clouds
they were all blocking me from the light
a restless ghost with a blindfold
until Spring came and pushed the clouds out of the way
he was the Sun that kept me warm [still is]

now i know that even in the Spring
no matter how perfect it is
it rains
tears of loneliness and melancholy
no matter how amazing
it rains and hurts
just like us

my air was knocked out of me {yesterday}
when he took that plane, miles away.

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