There is a large silence slowly expanding inside of me, made of all of the unsaid “good mornings” I hold for you. I’m creating a pile of all that I’m missing.
Nothing can cover this gaping wound; inflicted when you were torn from my arms. All I can do is try to fill the space with a million other words, unsuccessfully patching a tear in my heart with the delicate thread of forced smiles and laughs. This stitching I’m holding myself together with breaks far too easily, love.
I need you here to hold it together.