I guess I'd never get used to it.
Waking up each morning feeling no one by my side.
Looking up for someone yet no one is around.
Expecting a breakfast for two.
Yet there was barely even food for one.
Waiting for a hug from the back, only to be greeted by nothing
Yet I'm still surprised.
Because I'll never get used to it.
YOU ARE READING
Diagnosed
PoetryThird and last installment of the Pills trilogy. She keeps on looking for her Adonis, but she found her Hephaestus.
