I've got a space where you used to be. It's a hollow dark and empty space but dark like a night sky not a chasm. It's empty and vast but there are flashes of light like glitter being splashed onto a black canvas. I miss you. Most days I get on …
I've got a space where you used to be. It's a hollow dark and empty space but dark like a night sky not a chasm. It's empty and vast but there are flashes of light like glitter being splashed onto a black canvas. I miss you.
Most days I get on with life as if you are here but suddenly a smell or piece of music or an old film will bring you right back to the forefront of my mind and stabs me like the largest of knives. God I miss you.
And now I realise days have been lived for nearly a year now and you haven't been in them. Not for real. You are somewhere else, somewhere beautiful I hope but I don't know; well not for certain. I see your photo but it's never quite enough.
I sit here in the chilly night air and look up into the dark night sky and right above me shine three bright stars and I feel you sat between mum and dad. I feel you all. Watching me. Guiding me. Loving me. I miss you but when I see this, I know I have experienced life with you and for tonight that's enough.
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