I Die.

A Poem.

			Without you
    			I'm here
			But not whole
			Just
      			here
			Full of myself
			and wishing
			I
  			  wasn't.
			Without you
			the clock ticks
			on and on
			insesantly
             telling me How Many Seconds
      Its been since I've been here
           bored. A shell. Lonely Blue.
           And I lie
            Because you were Never Here.