to the question i was once afraid to answer, i fill the blank space.
I stand on the edge. you are not here.
it used to be us. now, it’s just me.
i am a willing captive.
a small kid huddling under the covers, wondering when they will break down the door and when you will meet your end.
the past is the foundation of the future. what use is the past if we simply forget?
this past year flew by without a breath to waste.
just like the day you left.
forever does not exist.
forever cold, forever sad, forever rain.