Where are you?

This morning was turned sour
Woke up without you by my side
Where's My Ride or Die?

I searched for you my love
Though I'm still searching
Just a clue or hint
But all you left behind
Made me clueless
Empty space
Rumpled sheets

It's a special type of feeling
Always lingering in your presence
Only you remakes an old heart 
Back into it's youthful vigour
I could always and forever write about you

But what's left is nothing
I miss you 
Only you can fill your space

I am with heavy eyes
Even if I'm to rest 
Where would I?
My Succulent Bed
I miss you


~Eustachio

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