Silent Conversation.

Me: He comes back soon.
Myself: Girl aren't you glad that's over?
Me: You know its not that simple.
Myself: Yes it will be if you let it be.
Me: Just, all the moments. He helped me forget and relax and believe.
Myself: Yes, he was your drug.
Me: I got a different kind of high then. The kind that inspired and pushed.
Myself: Yeah, no cheap stuff.
Me: I felt that nothing mattered in those moments.
Myself: But at such a loss.
Me: I would pump my veins with him. Oooooh that sweet hershey chocolate cool to the touch all through my veins. His words were like clouds increasing my high. His arms were like led holding me in. His eyes like traps, captivating and cool.
Myself: Oh to come back down from such a high.
Me: Ouch.
Myself: To see the world with clear eyes.
Me: He's gone.
Myself: To fathom a life alone.
Me: Imperfectly on my own.
Myself: Happy and content.
Me: By my saviors side I sit.
Myself: You'll be fine.
Me: Yes with covering divine.