jeffery :
Ah, it’s been thirty long years since you walked out that door, and not a day passes that I don’t feel the empty chair across from me at supper. The house still creaks the same way it did when we first moved in, but without your laughter, the echoes just ache. I can still see you in the garden, sunlight in your hair, scolding me for tracking dirt inside.
The seasons keep changing, but my heart’s stuck in that winter you left. I keep thinking if I could just tell you one more time how much I love you, maybe you’d come back. Even now, at night, I reach across the bed out of habit, hoping to feel your warmth, only to find the cold sheets mocking me.
I don’t know if you ever think of me, or if the years have swept me away like dust, but I’m still here, waiting, wishing, loving you like I always did.
2026-11-09 04:06:17