Seven hundred and seventy five days
since we said goodbye.
There hasn’t been a day that has passed
that I haven’t craved your rush.
I found beauty in your strength
when everyone else turned you away.
Seven hundred and seventy five days.
Sobriety has never been harder.
Four hundred and fifty eight days
since I felt the tingling in my toes.
Your slender steel body brought me back to life.
With precision you danced feverishly
covering my skin with warm wet kisses.
Not once did you let me down.
Four hundred and fifty eight days.
These scars are a constant reminder.
One thousand two hundred and thirty three days
and counting.
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