I’ve cried every single day since you left.
It feels like this wave is insurmountable. Unridable. Impossible.
I went back to bed at 12:30pm. Depression is too much today.
And I don’t know what you would say now. Your words are slipping away and I can’t stand the burning panic that washes over me as my memory gets weaker and time keeps passing.
It doesn’t seem right that the sun keeps rising.