The call home

I fear that I will soon wither away, that it will seem that I was never here to begin with.  
The water that inhabits my lungs weighs me down like an an aged iron anchor,  
And the numbness is a feeling that i've only ever known all too well.  
I fear that I am sinking, and that this time I may not make it out.  

The numbness that lives inside my skin is comforting to me,  
Because in a way I know now that she'd never left me in the first place.  
That happiness is a fever dream that I know will never come to me.  
I am thankful for her numbness, because she is all that is left of me.  

I feel as if I am waiting for something to happen, a final crescendo to call me home.  
But it never comes ; and I am stuck here sinking, waiting, and wasting.  
I long for my call home, in hopes that I will see him again some day, somehow.  
In hopes that the feeling of her numbness will subside ; but it never fucking does.  
To my dearest grandfather,  
Te Quiero mucho, Abuelo. I will see you again some day.  
Written by Fallen_Angel_194 (Angel.)
Published | Edited 21st Jan 2021
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