hello loneliness, my old friend.

Photo Credit: Ross McGilvray. March, 2016.

As I look around I’m bitterly reminded, I am alone.

I’m trying to find the space of you in everything, but you’re gone.

The bedsheets are colder without you.

The days are longer without you.

The nights are harder without you.

Food doesn’t taste the same.

Laughing doesn’t feel the same.

Getting out of bed isn’t the same.

I am not the same,

Without you.

-stuck in a cycle

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