June 6, 2015,  Saturday, 1:08AM


Traces of your being hidden in the back of my mind comes crawling back at midnight. I thought I was over you leaving but, I guess, at least I tried.
You once told me you'd never let me fall and you'd be there to hold me if I ever want to cry and fall apart, and I trusted you.

Well, I'm afraid I'm falling apart, and you're not here. You left two months ago.