It’s been 1 year, 2 months, and 21 days. And I can still feel your absence everywhere. In the tiny spaces left behind by the window in the living room that won’t close completely, in the cracks in my palm, down to the very gaps between my front teeth.
Some days, the pain comes wafting in with the aroma of Minnie auntie’s famous fish fry. And it is all I can do not to break down and cry.
There are days when I forget that you’re gone. I barge into your room, excited to tell you about the hilarious commercial I just saw, and feel your absence hitting me square in the chest. It wraps its icy fingers around my soul, and I have to physically stop the scream lingering in my throat from escaping my mouth. I wonder how emptiness can be so heavy.
They say you can only feel pain. But I see it, maa. Every day, in the blue of my eyes, when I look into the mirror.
-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore
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