May-September

 I feel as though a part of me is missing.  I have lost something I do not believe I will ever retrieve for as long as I live. There is not a replica. Only one of a kind. I have tried to get in contact. I only get a voice mail. I leave messages every once and a while, asking his how he is and telling him a little about what is going on with myself, after every voice mail I say "I hope you are safe". I know he is far from it. There is something terribly wrong. I try and not to think about what I have lost. I try to do well in school, but I can not focus. I have no drive in school or anything for that matter. Everyday seems to go on longer, as my grades drop lower and lower. I am getting much sicker, but it is not because of him. He gave me so much strength, and now I feel weak. I feel as though he is dead, but I mourn because he could be, or is about to be.