It’s been a month
One whole month since she died in your arms
It feels like it’s been an eternity
You’d think it would seen trivial compared to what she put you through
But it’s unbearable
There’s no one to greet you when get back from work
No time bubble shenanigans or sadistic yet caring teasing
It’s always cold, dark, and empty
She left an imprint on your bedsheets where she slept
You haven’t washed them since she died
Her pillow still smells like her
Whenever you sleep your unconsciously reach for her on the other side of the bed
You’re only met the cold air
It hurts so much
Like part of your soul is missing
You know she wouldn’t want to see you like this
You desperately wish it was you who died
She loved you, but she was ageless, immortal
She could’ve found someone like you again
She could’ve found happiness again
You never will