I totally just lied when I said I was okay.

I only wanted you to go away.

But now I see when I’m all alone

I feel cold and empty to the bone.

Each day is a challenge to get through.

I can’t make it without you.

Or if I can, once the day is over,

I feel beaten and battered, thrown under a boulder.

So when you ask if I’m okay,

This thought will come back before the end of the day,

And despite half-closed eyes and shuffling feet

And the obvious fact that I lose sleep

Thinking of life without you here

And how miserable I’d be, that’s so clear,

If I just say that I’m just tired,

Consider me a total liar.

(I mean, that’s probably only half-true.)

But seriously, my life’s incomplete without you.