When I open my eyes
there are no more arms enveloping me.
There is no more additional body warmth.
Now it just feels colder outside.
And more than anything, inside.
I see the empty space beside me.
She is the first thing I think about.
There are so much traces of her in my everyday.
The food I eat, the music I hear, the memories I remember.
I should’ve known it was a lie to believe
that she would leave.
Not different from all the other lies.
I see her in my everyday.
It almost feels like a lie that she left.