My letter to you. (Put into the “free-verse” category because I don’t have a prose category.)
in these pages you left behind, your lyrics left unfinished, i will write the rest of your song.
my hand grasps nothing but air and memories where you used to stand.
absence of color today.
is it beautiful up there?
stuff my worries away into an old suitcase in my brain.
i’ve been exhausted.
going through some things, like everyone else on this earth.
apologies, but today i was feeling bored.