Gone
I drink a lot more, since you've been gone.
It only helps me sleep, when I can't; which seems to be nightly.
The only positive thing I get from it, is having constant dreams of you.
Holding and caressing you.
Getting your intoxicating scent upon my fingertips.
Only for me to awake with my throat drier than a desert.
Desperately clinging to rapidly fading dreams, just for additional seconds of bliss.
My soul, desolate without you.
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