2 months

And counting

There are days

There are days in which you just don't feel like speaking

There are days in which you don't feel like replying your text messages

There are days in which you just want to be alone

There are days in which you don't feel like arranging your facial features properly - just so that people won't keep asking you if you're alright or not

There are days in which you wish you could just crawl under the covers and go to sleep

And there will always be days like this, but that's okay.

Memories

I'm starting school in a few more days,

Wish I had a few more weeks to settle down, but life has to go on as

I wonder how it will be like without you sitting beside me sometimes when i study

I wonder how it will be like not having you text me "Are you coming home for dinner today?"

I wonder how it will be like not coming home to tell you about my day

I wonder how it will be like not having you leave home at the same time as me in the morning for your walk

I wonder how it will be like not having you wake me up in the morning so I won't be late

Ever since you've left, we've been very well taken care of

Family and Friends see to that

Phone calls and text messages of concern

We're invited for dinner

Our fridge is almost always filled to brim with food

Not that it wasn't when you were around.

Just that

It's not really the same

The stuff that you like isn't in the fridge anymore

I often walk past the bakery where you buy bread

And I can't help but look at the shelf which holds the sandwiches which you used to buy

Grief goes round about and comes back in a circle

When it comes to you, you feel it

And when you realise, though somewhat therapeutic, that there's no other point to it

No matter how much you may want, you can't bring someone who has passed on, back

So, you sort of throw it off for a while

And yet it always comes back in a circle to you