my heart aches a little more now that the sound of finality has been rung. you left me 2 weeks ago. i left you 24 hours ago. you will leave me a week later. but we were gone a month before. this precipitable state of transition. for the first time, i don't feel like being by myself. i want to be cold but i miss the taste of warmth. between us, there are no objectives, no assumptions, no demands.