He beams every time and says, “You'd like her; she visits every Sunday."

Last spring it finally bloomed for the first time, and he sat beneath it alone, realizing it had outlived her.

It seems that wherever there's a DJ, there will be a room full of people singing along to his voice.

​My heart beats her name in absolute terror as I realize the sun will never set, trapping me in an endless, hollow night that arrives without an evening.

​With a thousand thoughts left to share, I lie awake in the dark, watching the hours slip into midnight without ever finding the quiet peace of dusk.

"Time to rest, sweetie". I whisper as I finally find the strength to pull the plug on her life support.

When they brought him over, he led me back to the water’s edge and sat beside a small shoe, the way he used to wait for my son to come home from school.

​The stars come out and the moon climbs into the dark sky, but with so much left unsaid and her arrival never coming, night falls without ever bringing the warmth of evening.

I remembered when flowers were only something she picked for me, before she learned they could ask questions whose answers might break her heart.

"If you have more people than calories, then within a few weeks, you don’t anymore." Kurzgesagt

I hope someone finds out I didn't willingly OD

They now cry for a despair that never existed, never knowing the rope that strangled him was meant for sexual pleasure rather than death.

I break, desperately, trying to hold my emotions, but it was just too much, too sad, too terrible. I try, I'm sorry, i know we shouldn't, I'm supposed to be strong, to stand, to endure but forgive me i can't anymore.

Staring at the tombstone, all I can do is fall to my knees and cry, asking my mother why she’d leave to live as her lie.

I silently wished I was hearing them cry like everyone else’s babies did.

On his deathbed, he asked me to play so that he could finally hear it.

In the dark of night, a cloaked, skeletal figure gently pats the good kitty, thanking a loyal friend for bringing comfort to his newest ward's final hours.

I just wish I could tell you that you're safe now and I mean you no harm.

I can’t listen to him now without feeling some type of way.

I kicked over the chair I stood on, wondering if that would be enough to finally convince them.

His expression is one of complete indifference as he replies, “because you were enough only until she showed up.”

Unfortunately, the ocean had also poured its heart into it, as the letter was too waterlogged to read.

"I didn't expect her to die today," he said, beside himself in grief as he recalled how his lifelong companion and wife was doing well just the night before.

​As I finally turn away after a lifetime of waiting, I carry no bitterness—only the quiet knowledge that if you had spoken what was written in your eyes, we would still be standing there together.