Still Sober

sixty eight days, eleven hours
and counting
a thousand regrets, tearful nights
still sober

troubles seem like decades away
distant cares
a story of grief chokes me with every breath that I take
observing the world through a lifeless curtain of sorrow

I mourn for you loved me as your own
I cry in acknowledging that i can never repay
a shadow of pensive gloom a wretched soul I have become
suspended at this point in my life
all events at a standstill

clean hands clean heart
I want to live again
tuck away all our memories into that little corner of my heart
I would go to hell and back just to know that you are right where you belong

and we will meet again
because we never had the chance to say our last goodbyes

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