The day after you left
Quiet filled the emptiness
I woke up thinking, “Two pain au chocolat and three croisssants, do I need to buy more orange juice?” Only to remind myself no breakfast was needed.
Everything familiar is now familiar with my memory of you attached to it. I see you at my table, sitting on the sofa, walking beside me, pouring orangina into glasses… I haven’t changed the radio channel because your songs still play.
I went for a walk alone with my thoughts. Knowing you arrived safely back home full of stories to tell and memories to relive. I miss you already, but then again I always missed you and that familiar feeling feels oddly normal, though more bittersweet.
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