For they who are not here. Yet.
The warm glow of the TV comforts me as I proceed to sleep alone tonight, as I’ve done every night since you’ve been gone. Colours dull out. Sounds shatter against deaf ears. Words loose upon my lips. -The TV is now but noise. Noise; Angry, agitated scratching against a cold and rusty door. -Your final call for the night. Soon enough I’ll drift away; To pleasant skies, And open plains. Soon enough, you’ll be the […]