Don’t mean shit

Money and things don’t mean shit.
If you’re not here to share it with.
I miss you every day.
I wonder.
I wonder how I can make it through the day, weeks, months and years to come.

Nonetheless, it is true.
What they say.
Time goes on.
The pain of your demise – it subsides.
It ain’t easy though.

I still miss you.
That much is true.
I would give just about anything.
To see you.
To speak with you again.

You’re my friend.
A confidant.
My all.
I struggle on.
‘Though is not the same.

Robert Confiant 1 June 2015 (mod 12 March 2016)

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