i hear his voice everyday but that is not enough
I don’t care to eat like I use to – like when I cared to make sauces
No now i’ll just have a snack
A tasteless snack, because that is how life is without him
I’m surviving on his memories, on his scent
I have not washed his T-shirt because holding it feels like he is holding me
Traces of him still on my sheets so why wash those either?
Dear Diary it is day 4 and i am going crazy