Where Am I?

My wheelchair stands in the corner of the room, next to the door. Dreadful paintings are hanging on the wall, there’s a musty carpet lying on the floor. . Where am I? Can somebody tell me which day it is today? Can somebody call my parents? (I miss them every day) . I’m sitting on

I Miss You Like Sad Keith Urban Songs

I don’t always listen to sad songs from Keith Urban, but today I do because I miss you. I can’t sleep, I can’t breathe, I can’t eat. My body is fighting even though it’s feeling tired and lifeless. I don’t always listen to sad songs from Keith Urban, but today I do because I miss

My House Is Missing You

Your scent still lingers in my pillow, Your warmth still lingers in my couch, Your presence still lingers in this house. This table turned black because he’s missing you as much as I do. The dishes I put in the dishwasher yesterday are still dirty; I guess the dishwasher doesn’t feel like cleaning anything when

Ocober 1st. {Route 91, Harvest Festival 2017}

I wish you were here with me, in this big house. Since you’ve been gone, home doesn’t feel like home at all. I walk through the dark hall to your bedroom. Your bedroom is empty and when I walk into it, it feels horrible. You’re not here anymore, and I try to hold in my

Wednesday Afternoon

It is wednesday afternoon, I ate my meal in the restaurant with other residents and after that I went to my room. There isn’t so much happening right now and right here. The annoying sound of the dishwasher is making me frown. Around 2 pm I know the floors will be cleaned, it’s the only

When You Left Washington D.C.

Your favorite record store closes way before closing time, I guess the kind owner is tired of hopelessly waiting for you to stop by. The White House is covered in blood, the weather isn’t any good. The tourists are sad and The Capitol’s mad about the fact that you’re not here anymore. Somehow it seems

I Can’t Sleep Tonight

I can’t sleep tonight, it’s your face flashing right before my eyes. So I grab my car keys and I drive to the place where you rest. The roses are already dead and gone; The ones I placed by your thombstone weeks ago. The tears of blood I cried that night are spilling your grave

I Miss Wells

The cathedral is so beautiful to me, especially when it’s surrounded by a field of grass; so green. At night the cathedral is lit up by lights, I can tell you it’s something you have never seen! In my dreams I walk through Vicars’ Close street and I smell the chimneys. I hear the sound

I Do

When somebody’s asking me if I miss you: I do. When somebody’s asking me if I miss you: I do. When somebody’s asking me if I miss you: I do.

Passenger Seat

Your favorite cd from Reba McEntire;  I threw it apart, & What’s still left of your favorite cd are the shards lying in my passenger seat. Thinking about you, I’m hitting my head on purpose against the cold and hard dashboard. I don’t know if you see me in this state of frustration, I don’t