this house is not a home
please come home,
i love you so
what would you say,
do you even know?
that the world started crumbling
metaphorically, of course
as soon as you quickly & quietly left this place,
left us in a state of
uncertainty.
there is no beautiful way to tell you
that i’m lonely,
but are you still proud of me?
it doesn’t feel like living, only existing and
i’m so sorry that i lost
all
motivation
to live,
as soon as you did.