I can picture life without u but why would I capture that photo?

Why would I play with the thought and entertain myself with such riddles?
Even in an imaginative state the thought would be too real.
That means that there would never be sunshine so night would forever exist
And happiness would be the stranger who never visits.
Why would I need air to breathe when my heart would no longer beat?
Why would I speak if I couldn’t engage in a conversation with u about anything?

Loneliness would be the friend who never left.
Life would seem like the cruelest joke played up by death.
Sanity would give me a goodbye kiss on the cheek.
And your absence would be the stench that reeks.

It would be like a poison that kills slow. Allowing me to feel every ounce of pain

And just when I think, finally death has come to save me,
they find a cure and life comes back to kill me.

Yeah, I can picture life without you but that photo would be the worst.
Taking it would hurt.
They say a picture lasts longer so just to have it would be like a curse.