my strange life with you, cloistered and vapid, became a part of my identity.
i didn't notice til it was gone.
i didn't notice til it was gone.
vague anticipation; each moment it seemed something stranger would become real.
i felt so sad when it went away.
i felt so sad when it went away.
each day i slip into worn-out shoes and wander further from our connections.
i just can't stand the silence.
i just can't stand the silence.
like a child i believed things would never change, like cycles and seasons.
forever waxing, but never wane.
forever waxing, but never wane.
loss is something i've experienced before, but repetition doesn't make it easy.
the hole takes a while to fill.
the hole takes a while to fill.