Living a Lie
I wake up at 4am every morning and
roll over to the other side of my twin mattress,
expecting you to magically appear,
and wish me a goodmorning with a kiss.
On the road, I look over to the passenger side
as if I'm about to start up a conversation with you,
but my imagination is just running wild.
I come home and cook dinner for two
as if you're going to walk through the door
and tell me about your day as we kiss hello,
but the leftovers in my fridge
bring me back to reality.
The reality that the skeletons in my closet
are my only company at night
The reality that my car
hasn't had a passenger in a year
The reality that I can't cook
But my mind likes to run wild
It creates these memories
so I don't have to feel so alone
I don't know what's killing me more
living this lie
or my reality
Posted Jun 26, 2020, 2:58 AM UTC
simplistic and heartfelt. I think anyone who has lost a loved one could relate. your choice of language and structure really lends itself to the content.
happy cake day :)
Thank you for the feedback! And Happy Cakeday!!!