The First Day Without Her

Don’t panic
It’s over

Wake up and smell the burnt toast
What makes you so different than most?
A handful of trivial things

What makes today the same
As a few others you don’t really care to recall?

Morning came…
And you’re still breathing

But the memory of her lingers

Like the scent of her hair clings to your pillow

Yes.

“She was here”

Welcome to the first day without her

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(photo origin – Grace Adams)

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