You wake up and roll over to the empty space beside you on your bed where he used to lay.
He's immediately on your mind.
You look out the window; it's raining again.
It feels like its been gloomy since he left; like even the sky misses the way he used to light up your eyes.
And when he left, the sun decided to go too; so now you mourn with the sky. You watch with envy as the rain pours from the clouds, wishing you could let go that easily.
Soon it's dark and all you've done is wish he was here with you.
You lay down, leaving an empty space reserved for where he would lay and think tomorrow is a another day.
You've been saying this to yourself for a week now.
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 12:42 PM UTC
You wake up and roll over to the empty space beside you on your bed where he used to lay.
He's immediately on your mind.
You look out the window; it's raining again.
It feels like its been gloomy since he left; like even the sky misses the way he used to light up your eyes.
And when he left, the sun decided to go too; so now you mourn with the sky. You watch with envy as the rain pours from the clouds, wishing you could let go that easily.
Soon it's dark and all you've done is wish he was here with you.
You lay down, leaving an empty space reserved for where he would lay and think tomorrow is a another day.
You've been saying this to yourself for a week now.
