Storm

 It felt like a thousand waves crashing into my body.

As I clung to anything I could.

A person.

My bed.

Like they were a lifeboat in the storm of losing you.

 

But somehow as you slip off my recents

And away from my Best Friend list

It hurts worse

Because its realer than the mere words

This is your absence 

It weighs 1 million times more than the ocean

 

My life has become a series of 3-words

“She passed away.”

“Are you okay?”

“I’m so sorry.”

“How are you?”

“It’ll be okay.”

“She loved you.”

-storm

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This poem is about: 
Me

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