It’s been 19 days since he left me.
I haven’t gotten a full nights sleep since.
I still cry when I’m alone
and stare at nothing when
I’m in my office at work.
The emptiness is getting worse.
Time isn’t healing me at all,
it’s making me panic.
I keep going back to the beach.
To that day at the ocean,
to that night cuddled up next to him.
To the plane ride there.
To that first apartment when
he would cook and we would talk
for hours.
I can’t remember a single
bad time even though there were a lot.
We had dinner with his grandma a few days
before my world collapsed
and she was planning for us to
come back to Florida soon.
Why did this happen.