Dry

The struggle to open eyes and roll out of bed
Has grown with an alarming rate in your absence
The day and month and year hold no significance
I just live because I'm suppose to

I've never been good at holding my own hand
And compared to feeling yours, it will always pale
Not one built of self love and positive image
But what you thought of me was always of utmost importance

Do I bother myself with food today?
Nah, the fridge is empty and I ate yesterday
I can't be bothered to leave the house
When there are people out there in the world

Work and home and work and home and work and home
Caught somewhere between life and hell
Remembering when every breath had meaning
And my soul a sponge for the beat of your heart

As time moves on and I find myself rapidly aging
Some memories indeed fade
But never, ever, the knowledge imbedded
That holding you will always be the most cherished days of my life