When you died you took:

The beat of the music 

My plans

and

My heart

Thank you for the tragedy

I need it for my art.

Thank you for loving me

And for always seeing us through.

Every single part of me 

Was built from parts of you.

I woke, you slept, I slept, you died.

I woke up to a world where you were not alive. 

Where I had to carry on without you by my side.

I wrote, I sang, I broke, I cried.

I dreamt about you every night

The first six months after you died.

You were the greatest part of being alive.

Maybe we’d end up together in another life. 

On another timeline, 

There we are, you and I.

Still fucking and bickering into the night.

And surely taking for granted 

That I am yours,

And you are mine.

You and I existed in another world,

In a different time.

Where the sun still shines

And we all still try.

A time where we are still alive.

What I would give for one more fight. 

I miss your individual segments, 

Your spirit, and your essence. 

I miss your big cold hands on my baked flesh.

How we ran through one another’s heads.

And how you’d always choose me in the end.