a few days after Monique passed away, I cleaned our room, moved my bed to the spot her's was, there was no point in keeping two beds, That wouldn't do me any good. I moved the dressers around, cleaned out drawers of clothes we never wore or wanted. dusted, hung photo's of her on the walls. and that was that. (her side of the closet is untouched, I will never move her clothes)
I woke up this morning, with that empty numb feeling, and gazed at my ceiling and suddenly noticed that it, and all the walls are covered in dust, and I thought to myself "I just cleaned and dusted not to long ago". I guess it's been longer than I thought.
I feel as if the world is moving around me, and I'm stuck on pause watching it all go by.
I miss her.
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