It's as if a piece of my heart has a flesh eating disease
That part of my heart will never come back
never will it heal
Blackened and wilted away til the end of my days
I hold onto every memory
Every small and mundane thing
My mind flips through all the things I knew about you
All the small things,
All the memories,
As if remembering might help me hold onto you for just a bit longer
It does not ease the pain
It does not shed light on my partially wilted heart
Simply a false facade that keeps me afloat during my darkest of days without my best friend, my husband ... my everything
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Submission Name: Fasade 
