A syrup-sweet lover, who sticks around

Gentle affection, appreciation of another,

becomes a deep attachment

so that when you go,

I feel a mix of lost and sick

Wading through the troubles of how to plaster things back together

and fill an empty bed with whatever I can,

realistically an imaginary you,

if things had worked out differently.

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