Carpe Die

I think I died
Because I no longer hear your breath when I sleep
Or feel the rough edges of your face in my palm
Nor the smooth sphere of your head against my neck.
I must be dead. I must be.
Because only there I can find an explanation for why your heart doesn’t thud against my skin.
But I’m not in heaven.
I’m caught with just a whisper of you in my ears.
Wondering where I am buried or why you’re so grave.
I’m still unsure.
So I wander. I wander and wait.
Set me free. Set me straight.
Tell me the truth. Please be true.
Did I really die. Or did you ?
(C) Slumpless

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