i’m not depressed.

the only word I can think to describe this is

desolation.

not being with you is just…

like this morning.
i was all happy and giggly and skipping all over the place.
i kept thinking about things i wanted to tell you and i said to myself
“i have to tell him when i get home.”

but then i remembered

i’m not coming home to you.

and suddenly home
didn’t feel like home anymore

there’s emptiness here i can’t explain
can’t escape …

desolation.

i feel

desolate

without you.