The Without

Don't go.

I'm so afraid of the without of you.

Not for the hole you'll leave in me, but for the threat of it healing someday.

I've always been too good at recovering, at coping. I don't want to recovery from this. I want the torment of your final breath as a forever stain on my mirror.

It's the last thing you'll ever give me.

So don't go if I can't keep that final thing you give me forever.

Stay and haunt me.