​4 years after your death

it’s like they haven’t adjusted to your su*cide, they still treat you like you’re alive, i found them praying on your bed. they miss you as much as me

i found the box of every photo you’ve ever taken, Books from when you were little and scribbled your name inside them. You still feel so alive

I’m sure this room has remained the same since. i can’t help but feel like a fragment of a memory is missing, without you.

the wind blowing in your hair, the sunlight in your eyes, the dreams you had.

i hope to see you someday, one last time, Because i am too scared to read the name off your grave

because i am too scared to accept you are gone

-E.G

September 22, 2020