I Still Consider Pluto a Planet
I am sitting here with a cup of tea looking out of the window at the sky. The sun is just beginning to peek up over the horizon, though everything still has that sleepy silver blue sheen.
You are on my mind.
I wonder what you are doing. If sleeping or awake? If you're thinking of me? I wonder will you come here & read these words & feel... anything?
...Meaning less than you once did to someone you love is a difficult thing to know. The longer you carry it the heavier it gets, & the more lost you feel...
I miss you so very much. Words are insufficient to describe the ache. Do you miss me too? Is this silence your self preservation?
It feels as though there is a universe between us, where once there was none, nothing. Our souls touched, oblivious to distance...
You are on my mind.
I wonder what you are doing. If sleeping or awake? If you're thinking of me? I wonder will you come here & read these words & feel... anything?
...Meaning less than you once did to someone you love is a difficult thing to know. The longer you carry it the heavier it gets, & the more lost you feel...
I miss you so very much. Words are insufficient to describe the ache. Do you miss me too? Is this silence your self preservation?
It feels as though there is a universe between us, where once there was none, nothing. Our souls touched, oblivious to distance...