dead

Eleventh Letter

I noticed the little things that happen when you're not here.

The silence is unbearable. I blast music to fill it, but every song makes me think about you, so it doesn't make it any better.

There isn't any socks laying around, my cereal boxes are full.

And I realized that now I was living alone. But it didn't feel like it.

I was always thinking about you.

Oh Phil, I don't think you'll ever leave my mind.