I am lost again,
buried under self-infliction
the past 15 years:
"it was all down hill from..."
here it goes,
the middle of a desert road
and all alone.
no food,
the water ran out months ago.
I'm either dehydrated or
hallucinating because you are right here next to me.
(my fucking imagination.)
oxygen we can befriend because it's
the only abundance we have when in need.
never there to leave you suffocating,
choking on your last breath before you can scream,
"I LOVE YOU!"
"EVERYTHING I DO WITHOUT YOU, IS ANOTHER TIME WASTED"

until now...