moving on | k.sj

#16

I went home that day and wrote a letter for them.

I know that they would come find me tomorrow.

I placed it on my bedside table and laid down on my bed.

It was quiet and peaceful.

So I closed my eyes.

When I opened them again, everything was white.

Lilies were found in the vase on my bedside table.

The letter was gone.

I had finally let them go.