Sick

I feel sick.
So sick.
Every moment I sit here,
the sicker I feel.
Tonight shall be
another sleepless night.
And if sleep happens to come
it will be nothing but nightmares.
Every night it's the same.
I lose him all over again.
And each time
the pain is even worse.
I feel the weight of the world
as it stops spinning
and crashes down
upon my feeble shoulders.
I miss him so much.