The silence is growing louder and I can almost hear your navy blue sheets whispering conversation about your absence. I’m lying here breathing you in and breathing our love out. You’re not here when you should be and when you were, it was never at the right time.
This is where I let go. These sheets and these ghosts can discuss you without me– this conversation no longer interests me. What does it matter why you’re not here? All that matters is that you’re not and I’m done waiting.
—  M.T.K: 96/365