Losing you

 Losing you feels like the house forgot how to breathe.

Your bed still holds your shape, your things still sit untouched,
the warm patch of light you loved still falls in the same place.

We had so much more living left to do together. Loss came without warning, and the silence it left behind takes something with it every day. If love were enough to bring you back, I would have never had to let you go. 

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