My hunger has not gone away for days. I keep eating and eating but remain empty all the same. Nothing will ward off this feeling, of dispear and sorrow. It's going to haunt me forever, I know it will.
I'll close my eyes and see his face. I'll roll over in bed and reach for his body. When I come home, I will shout to an empty house that I am there. All these things will continue, without anyone to hear.
To fill the void, to feed my hunger, I've done it all. I've taken on every duty, every role, never leaving myself time to think about it. But I feel it. I feel the hole inside me. It only seems to grow larger, with nothing to numb the pain, it will have me a husk in many days.
I will gulp everything in existence down, to avoid thinking about you. I won't look it in the eye, until it has come to take my life.