you are everything

You are the blood dripping from my arms, the cold sweat tracing my spine, the dry tears staining my cheeks, the smoke coming out my cigarette.

For all I do, all that happens, is just a distraction—a distraction to keep me away from the knowledge, the knowledge that you are not here with me.

And with that, I'll keep meeting, I'll keep walking, I'll keep hurting.

Your face like a painting, your smell like a childhood memory, your eyes like two-sided mirrors.

Next time I'm seeing you will be, yet again, as if my life is real again—as if my existence has meaning, as if I'm not just waiting.