prompt: you think about him way too much and you feel empty because you know he doesn't feel the same wayMature

You are always the tail on the comet of whiskey
hitting the back of my throat.  I am drinking you away
but you are a ghost that wants to stay.
I construct a thousand lives we could have lived,
watch them play out on my ceiling when I should be sleeping,
hope I can find you in my dream but you are not waiting for me.

The End

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