Poetry does not know that it is poetry. And you were the most beautiful poem.

Five months ago, today, our world disappeared. What’s left of me daydreams, fantasizes, wishes, and prays. For waking up from nightmarish comas. For time machines. For miracles of physics. For deals with a God that I don’t even believe in.  But I’m told I need to keep going. That I need to get through it,…

I wasted no time in replacing you. As soon as you left, I invited her in. You see, she will never leave me as you did. She will always be with me. Beside me. In my heart and in my thoughts. She fills my hopes and dreams. She’s in every plan I make, in every…