Do you ever feel lost in familiar spaces?
I wander around like a stranger in our home, filled with a sense of haunting by a friendly ghost — yet, still feel so empty and alone.
Was the world always this cold?
Since you’ve been gone, my heart is not the only place where I ache.
In those first few days, it felt like you had just gone missing — lost your way home somehow, waiting alone somewhere to be found. But by day three, your ghost had moved into the bad neighbourhood inside my head.
Now, I die a hundred times a day — each time you rattle my windows or tap on my door — my heart skips a beat.
I lay here, sleepless in our bed — frozen, composed of nothing but broken pieces of soul. I’m wrapped up in a blanket, doused in the scent of you.
Drunk and alone again tonight, I shiver — trying to catch my breath.
If I cry these tears into a message at the bottom of this bottle — then throw it out to sea, will you — would you come back to me?
If there was a natural order of things in this chaotic life, I would be wherever you are — and you would be here. Except, either way — the void remains, and we end up losing us anyway.
The world keeps spinning me around, I think I’m unravelling — devolving like Benjamin Button.
So dizzy by the trauma of it, wish I could push the thoughts of you away, but instead, they’re blowing me away — day after day.
The story of us, it hangs in the air like our favourite song. Every heartbreaking, beautiful line — every bittersweet note — right down to its tragic end.
Even though I don’t feel like dancing, I begin to rock myself slowly — as these tears dry, swaying until the morning sunrise.
Isn’t it sublime? This wonder called life.