Since you've been gone, solitude haunts me. The words spin around in my head, meaningless and clamouring to be heard.
You made me happy and sad and alive. You made me smile for all the reasons that never existed. I thought of you during the day when the world was a raging roar in my ears and I thought of you in the dark, when the voices quieted down and dwindled into sleepy whispers floating on the wind. I thought of you whenever I could, wherever I could. I still think of you. And perhaps, I forever will. But your absence is like an interminable void, pulling me in itself, sucking me down, leeching into me and enveloping me in its stone cold embrace. It's cruel and I hate it.