Fantasy's Demise

Slowly I am dying of lonliness, suffocating in the emptiness.
I am finding it hard to breathe.
The stab of pain in my chest reminds me of the nothingness.
That which follow my fantasy's death.

You've gone and while good-byes were said, is there really good in them?
Why am I in deep a shit right now?
Will I ever get over this… how?

I have our last conversation on repeat.
Don't you feel beat?
Because I am, time and again-- as your name is a constant refrain that courses through my brain.

Seriously, why is your absence affecting me so?
I shoulda let this die it's premature death a long time ago.
But I got caught up with the fantasy of you.
And now you've gone, my fantasy's demise-- suddenly it's true.

So I let these words pour through me. Yes, I miss you D!