His love is like a drug to me
His love makes it better
The hurt that I feel is cured
When he left I felt empty
Incomplete
Imperfect
That's when it happens
The salty mass runs down my jowl
The memories come flooding back like
A flowing river after a storm
The hurt is too much for me
My phone rings
“I miss you”
His absents is a knife to the chest
A dagger to the heart
Love lost like a needle in a haystack
Impossible to find
Courtney Shanahan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lost-love-153/
