Much Love

Dear Heartbreak,

When do you become a medical condition?

When should I worry

about the ache taking

root in my chest?

Do I need to

address the days I find myself staring

staring into space?

Or are you a phase

If I embrace you will you

fade away

grief like breaking waves

The ones I miss with every passing day

If the tears begin to fall, will they ever dry?

Will the pit in my stomach

cease its drop?

Will the pangs at every seemingly familiar

face and the sinking fear at

new introductions

finally stop?

Sorry

Maybe thats

too much to ask of you

I’ll see you

when next you hit

I hope you’ll answer at

your earliest convenience

From,

Someone who doesn’t know how much more they can

Sincerely,

Feeling too tired to continue

Much love,

heartbroken

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