3.21.21 7:05 am

laying here wondering where you are. wondering what you are doing. if you’re aware of me. thinking about yet another day without you. an eternity of days without you. feeling the surges of emotion that well up inside of me as I face the permanence. How will i do this. what else is there to do other than mourn you. are those henry’s footsteps. will they pull me out of this haze. a phantom sound. he’s not yet up. Empty. So much emptiness.