I still struggle to find color in the world without you.
Sometimes I feel guilty
when I find myself searching for happiness
in the rooms where you used to be.
It's not the same.
The world isn't as vibrant without you here.
Laughter doesn't ring the way that it used to.
I'm convinced even the house feels your absence
the walls are wrought with a hollowness
that wasn't there before
and my good news, as seldom as it comes,
too often dies in my throat because who
do I have to tell it to if not you?
I miss you.
Where are you?
Come back.
Come home.
Why did you leave me
to hate all of the spaces
where you once were?
AE Greene
02.12.2024
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Greener | A Collection of Poems
ŞiirA collection of poems and pieces for when you are waiting for the world to be green again. TW: Mental Illness, Death, SA
