can't (and won't)
Loss turned my love into longing And may I say, what you never wanted me to be: Bitter With the B being capital I seek confirmation of our reunion in the tiniest of things Grief has emptied all my patience reserves I just can't Can't with time Can't with your absence I will go back to square one physically Because I have no choice Back to the four bungalows that live on the first square But mentally, emotionally, I am in our twelve and a half years Reliving you in every voice note replayed In every video rewatched While this world and everyone in it With their attempts to pacify and distract I will simply tolerate You were supposed to leave me with grace If ever the cruel Gods wished you leave before I did It should have happened at eighty-seven, instead of fucking thirty-four, my life completed and cup overrun But I'm left with only rage Waking up at odd hours seething that my reality, this pittance of life and whatever is left of it It is just hopeless without you...