Words From An Awakening

Written by a man with a bleeding heart.

A walk through ‘our’ home;

My eyes open and I look to my right. Strands of your hair rest gently on an undisturbed pillow atop neatly tucked covers. I look around the room and all I see is you. Your things on the dresser, ¬†shoe on the floor here, it’s partner over there. But you’re not there.¬†

I feel a void in my chest. I know I just took a breath but my lungs feel empty.

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