Rhythm

Now that you have become dust
My soul has a complete layer of rust
Time and wind will blow that away
While here I am now forced to stay

Learning to live without you in here
In this circumstances, in this year
I can only imagine all of the nexts
Surviving without your loving texts

I know this poem rhymes annoyingly
But I need form to be functionally
Normal, and functioning, normally
So naturally, I am doing expectedly

Because, when I lose the mark
That all expect me to hit
Or when I lose my rhythm

I’m lost
And then
What then
What
What to do
What do I say
When will I be again
What to be

So now I keep talking accordingly
Ignoring my destroyed boundary
Patiently waiting for restoration
In this awful unimagined situation

Without you