
If one day the sun stopped shining
The flowers wilted up
The color drained from every living thing
If the warmth we all felt was replaced with a frigid ice
So cold it numbed our fingers and chilled our bones
If my vocal cords were cut and the only sound I could make
Was gasps and moans as I tried to comprehend my situation
If one day I woke up and couldn’t see
Or couldn’t hear
Or couldn’t walk
If all of these things were to happen at once
They still wouldn’t be as terrible and painful
As if one day you ceased to exist
If one day you were gone without a trace
For I would be so lost
So confused
So empty
So void
Without you, there would be no point.
About the Creator
Nichole Callaway
I've been writing stories and poetry as a hobby for several years. My writings are typically dark and romantic.
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