The days are strange without you here.

Sometimes I'm ok.
Sometimes I ache.

At first every moment was hard.
I physically hurt all the time.

Everything has a memory.
I can't do much without you being attached to it.

My bed
The shower
The couch
The floor

Even little things like
Vacuuming
Doing dishes
Making food
Brushing my teeth

Today I just want to call you.

But I feel annoying.

I'm pretty sure you don't want to talk to me.

You act like you're fine.

I want you to be happy but honestly I want you to be hurting like I am.

I need proof you ever loved me.

I don't know what's real anymore.