every night on the couch
while writing to you everything I would have said if you were here.
I sleep
every time a restless dream, chaotic and evil
reminding me of what I could have had if you were here.
I fall
every second into a parallel universe
where we could have never been happier
if you were here
or I was there
or life wasn't so fucking damn complicated.
V.
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