Months have gone by without you
here, and I’m finally starting to ask myself
if waiting around for you to return 
the feelings of the love that I have given you
is actually going to be worth it. 
Even if it isn’t, I know that I will 
still find myself keeping the doors 
unlocked in hopes of you someday 
returning home. But this isn’t 
your home anymore, and it hasn’t been 
for some time.
I’m still trying to become familiar
with the sound of silence; even if you
haven’t been here in what feels like
an eternity. I’m still not used to
turning over in the middle of the night
facing an empty bedside. But sooner
or later I’m going to have to learn
how to do this own my own.
Because what’s the point of doing
everything that we once did together
if you are never coming back.
   
    
    
    
        Published on January 05, 2014 16:02