blurry eyed from the tears Im trying to conceal.
wiping them away so that no one sees the evidence of my defeat.
I should be stronger, its been a while now.
I blame this mood on my hormones so that they dont question.
your absence becomes more apparent in the vastness of this space.
the same space that was once filled with your voice..
my angel whispers:
'Let go, Let go, Let go.'
I should. I really should.
