Quiet murmur of some pointless show
The room is cold but the fan is on
Anything to drown out my own thoughts.
Your things where you left them
Untouched.
This bed feels huge but my body feels
small, like there isn't enough room for what I'm feeling.
Trying to get through the hours
To know what happens next.
I shouldn't be alone.
Monday, May 2, 2016
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