My blankets hold me like a mother holds her child.

Wrapped in warmth and comfort.

But I know it can’t last forever.

I have to face what’s next,

Is there a next after you?

The sun throws rays of gold across my room,

Tempting me to get up and around,

But I never wanted to leave my bed when you were in it.

Something about the way you looked when you slept, so inviting, so peaceful.

Now the only thing on the other side of my bed is an extra pillow.

I’ve never been good at sleeping at night but it’s only gotten worse since you left,

The dark circles under my eyes account for that.

Sometimes you sneak your way into my dreams,

It’s so nice seeing you,

As if none of it happened,

As if you were mine again.

But I wake up to a phone with no messages.

What an awful way to start the day.

The sun is so selfish,

She does not wait for your pain to subside or your tears to dry,

She rises nonetheless,

No sympathy for the sad.

– z. d.