Today I visited our spot for the fist time since you’ve been gone
And as I guessed, this year spring came in suspiciously late and I knew that it was because of you. You stopped time for me. Your last miracle.
But it feels ruined in all its beauty without you here. There is no sky under which I can last without you.
You know how I always liked wearing color and I would swear I’d wear yellow to make you smile?
But after they told me you are no more I knew wearing anything but black would never feel right again.
I whipe my tears as the sun hits my face. I avoid your name only to stop myself from sinking.
I divide my being in three: before, with and after you
Now you exist in places I can’t reach with my hands and I ache while I trip over our memories and open windows.
So when tomorrow starts without you and I’ll have rising sun and tears in my eyes and coffee I will honor you.
Love of my life.
Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 12:10 PM UTC
Today I visited our spot for the fist time since you’ve been gone
And as I guessed, this year spring came in suspiciously late and I knew that it was because of you. You stopped time for me. Your last miracle.
But it feels ruined in all its beauty without you here. There is no sky under which I can last without you.
You know how I always liked wearing color and I would swear I’d wear yellow to make you smile?
But after they told me you are no more I knew wearing anything but black would never feel right again.
I whipe my tears as the sun hits my face. I avoid your name only to stop myself from sinking.
I divide my being in three: before, with and after you
Now you exist in places I can’t reach with my hands and I ache while I trip over our memories and open windows.
So when tomorrow starts without you and I’ll have rising sun and tears in my eyes and coffee I will honor you.
Love of my life.
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