It's been 30 days. One whole month. It's been that long since I've heard your voice, touched your face, hugged you close, kissed your lips, held your hand, laughed at your jokes (or groaned), shared a meal, shared a bed, watched television....just anything. You've been gone.
I'm not accepting it still. Your side of the sink is a mess of vitamins and stuff. I keep thinking I should clean it up, I mean, I could use the space. But, I just can't do it. I did take your toothbrush out, cuz I am not great at not grabbing yours to brush my teeth.
I look at all the stuff on your side of the bed and I just can't deal with it. Clothes, gadgets, googahs, just stuff. And I have no idea how to deal with it. The closet is just the same. And that garage.
I have no idea how to deal. That's just the truth of it. You left me 30 days ago and I can't deal. I have no idea how to go on, how to get through this, all of that. I just want to hide from life. Damn it, why did you go??
#loveyoumissyou
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