Untitled [February 1st 2022]

It's odd, the overwhelming silence of a house once filled with sound. You stand over me, knowing that you left at a bad time. You visit me in my dreams, letting me know that you love me, and that your still here.

I cry every night, whispering words I wish I told you. You tell me it's alright and that your here with me- I can't hear you but I know. Perhaps things are finally looking up for me.