THe inability to breathe
is something Ive become very accustomed to.

It's funny isn't
we do it every day
this simple tactic
of breathing out
and in

and yet I cant.

I feel like my breath is short when I think

When I think about your smile
your laugh
and the funny inside jokes we had
every simple thing we had in our lives that made us us, that entwined us
when our paths crossed,
and now your gone.

My best friend died,
and there isn't a way to piece my soul back together
even though they keep feeding this bullshit about time
how it heals all wounds.

I finally laughed yesterday Paul,
and it doesn't mean it lessens
it just means my heart stops hurting for five seconds....

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