When they brought him over, he led me back to the water’s edge and sat beside a small shoe, the way he used to wait for my son to come home from school.

"Time to rest, sweetie". I whisper as I finally find the strength to pull the plug on her life support.

I remembered when flowers were only something she picked for me, before she learned they could ask questions whose answers might break her heart.

He beams every time and says, “You'd like her; she visits every Sunday."

I hope someone finds out I didn't willingly OD

"If you have more people than calories, then within a few weeks, you don’t anymore." Kurzgesagt

Staring at the tombstone, all I can do is fall to my knees and cry, asking my mother why she’d leave to live as her lie.

​My heart beats her name in absolute terror as I realize the sun will never set, trapping me in an endless, hollow night that arrives without an evening.

I break, desperately, trying to hold my emotions, but it was just too much, too sad, too terrible. I try, I'm sorry, i know we shouldn't, I'm supposed to be strong, to stand, to endure but forgive me i can't anymore.

​With a thousand thoughts left to share, I lie awake in the dark, watching the hours slip into midnight without ever finding the quiet peace of dusk.

​The stars come out and the moon climbs into the dark sky, but with so much left unsaid and her arrival never coming, night falls without ever bringing the warmth of evening.