• hannahc 6w

    Two black sheep make a flock,
    but what if one strays?
    I have to keep reminding myself,
    that you've gone away—
    And aren't coming back:
    Today, or tomorrow, or after that.

    And I choke on the fact,
    that the world is darker
    without you in it,
    but that the stars shine brighter
    with you at peace
    and watching over me.

    h.c.