Soul Coffin

You lied to yourself.
You lie to yourself,
every second of every day.
Drowning yourself in your busy days...

You lie.

There is not a day where the thought of her does not brush the lobes of your brain.

There is not a place where the memory of her presence does not hunt your peace.

There is not a moment of joy without the image of her smile blurring your vision. 

There is not a breath you take without the ghost of her smell picking on you.

You lied when you said that you can live a life without her.

How will you ever balance the unbalance caused by her absence? 

How will you ever find happiness in something other than  the sound of her laughter?

How will you ever be you again?  

You are sorry you turned off your heart to your sun, but sorry is far due now. 

It is okay,

Life goes on,

You are strong, 

you are capable.

You are making the best of it, all brilliant and splendid you. 

But you know you will never feel that way again,

cause no one is her, and she is the sun.

She is your sun.

She is gone.

And there is nothing to do.

You will never ever feel.

Truly feel, with every bit of your being.

Because your soul is buried somewhere far,

in her eyes,

or in between the spaces that makes sense of you in her.