Its starting to feel like a figment of my imagination
Like it was once present but it never really was there
This emptiness, this loneliness
No amount of pills and potions is enough to fill this black hole
Tons of gold and silver would never suffice for what has been lost, what now feels like a mirage
What I wish for, but never will be
What I yearn for but can never have
The vacuum that can never be filled
The great love I once used to feel for thee
has become nothing but ash dust
5 feet apart is what we are now
Sophocles Writes 