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You waltzed in and out of my life so gracefully and fluidly that I almost thought that I had dreamed it. It had happened though. Especially the part where you left. The loneliness that surrounds me when I sit in my house, so silent and so still, is astounding. It is enough to bring me to my knees most days but I know, in the back of my head, that life will pick up and move on again. I have to get over you, however long that may take. Maybe I won’t really ever get over you, just enough to convince my soul that you are gone for good and I am good with you gone.
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