An End For A Beginning

Flo by Carol Dao

I woke up this morning and didn’t try to make much noise to wake up, you were already gone. Your stuff was still here, your scent from the sheets still lingered.

I knew going into this would be difficult after our time would be cut short due to my travel schedule, but I cried for you last night when I walked into my apartment without you. I cry now as I type this. They say writing is healing and I need all the healing and…