The apartment is dark and quiet; is it more eerie or lonesome? You can’t decide. The empty spaces are bullets to the chest, reminders that you’ve left me behind. There are no pieces to pick up and put back together; there is nothing.

Sleep won’t come easy and the alcohol cannot be consumed fast enough. Around every corner is another memory and you went to wash them all out to see. I wonder where you’ve found yourself and if you think of me at all. I wonder how it could be so easy to say goodbye and end a love like ours; you made it all look so effortless.

I hope someday all of this will make sense. I know I’ll laugh again, but I wonder if the loneliness will ever fade away. Sometimes these walls won’t seem so bare. Someday I’ll be alright. Maybe not today, but someday.