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When I laugh

I feel your lungs gasping to breathe 

When I cry

Your warm tears soak my cheek

When I eat 

I always leave half for you

When I sleep

I close my eyes then we meet

When I feel pain

I press my hand to where your heart is meant to be

But in my disbelief 

I feel no beat

Your body is still

No pulse, no heat

I press harder

And turn myself inside-out…

Until I face defeat

I’ve been grieving you for a long time

You and I; we were complete.