When I awoke today you were gone. Your side of the bed was already made, like no one had slept there at all. With the morning yawn the vague recollections of spooning and joy resurfaced once more. Will they never stop, as the years go by and the memories of you keep fading.
About The Author
Hayden Veil
In an earlier incarnation, Hayden Veil enjoyed a successful career in software engineering, writing late-night poetry in pursuit of sanity. On 2 February 2020, the world of Hayden Veil changed: Ghosts became real and with its soul laid bare there was no turning back from the perpetual path of poetry.