as my loneliness grows, so too does it’s presence in my mind 

and thus in my writing as well 

I think about you more when I have nobody else to think about 

it’s like a disease 

beginning slowly in the places we spent our time together 

spreading to the riverside and the little town that surrounds it 

above every head is a dark cloud 

they’re not aware of it, but their world is crumbling because you’re not in mine

I become more aware now that everything I’ve done has been a distraction 

finding other places to put my energy 

and still the disease spreads

through haunted cities and peaceful beaches

it cannot be escaped 

like massive chains hanging overhead 

and sand castles as tall as buildings

like everything 

and everyone

it’s not a similie anymore 

it’s my world 

and it’s gone