Today you wake up
And something is different
Something is more different than all the different in every other day you wake up,
and feel different.
Something is almost
Wrong.
You reach your hand over to feel her skin
Yet you only feel the covers
Odd.
She's making breakfast
You think to yourself
You hope
You flip your feet over the side of the bed
and feel around for your slippers,
Missing.
You ***** around for your glasses,
Gone.
With blurred vision and wobbly steps
You make your way down the steps
The kitchen is a wreck
No trace of the girl.
This is how you lose her.