I open my eyes trying to find a new reality
Waking up one morning and to you not being home
Closet stripped and decorative picture frames that presented us a family were gone
Getting up to a broken home felt more like an invitation to being secluded from everything I once knew
There was no more dinners with mom,
No more cooperation
No more family
No more happiness

So I close my eyes tightly, huddling in warm blankets not thinking about the frigid November air seeping through my white chipped window pane


1 year, 4 months since you left

It feels like just yesterday
The cooking channel is on t.v,
you had just finished making dinner,
You're sitting in dads lap, and he combs your strawberry hair as if he's handling a queen,

--but--

You were a queen who got you were knocked off your throne,

I miss being with you
I miss being able to come home a smell the scent of your perfume
I crave your warm hugs and simple texts telling me to wash the dishes even though I ******* hate washing the dishes

I miss you
Even though you've been gone for officially 1 year and 4 months  
I still wake up every morning hoping you'll be there
Looking for all your clothes in the closet
Hoping the pictures of us will be hanging on the walls

I wish it was November 15th again

Just maybe if I could turn back time I could've saved this broken home
But it's too late now, you're gone and I'm now stuck looking for my new reality.