the idea, as if life without you—
for me—
is as simple as grabbing my purse, my coat,
and walking out the door.
Don't you know that life without you mean
my career becomes paycheck to paycheck,
my dinners nothing but bread and a slice of cold cheese,
a bed reduced to just a mattress on the floor,
a home just a one-bedroom apartment,
where the only thing left to do is cry alone?
Don't you know what life without you means to me?
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