I often think about you,
I get home from work
and still hear your soft snores
coming from down the hall.
the soft murmur of the tv
and the sound of your footsteps
followed by the dogs.
I remember how I fell to my knees that night.
I wanted to scream.
Cry.
anything.
but the silence that filled the house still impacts me to this day.
I often think about you when I drive home from work.
Work.
I should've gone home that night.
Maybe you'd still be here if I did.