“You’re more than a person I grieve.
My world ended the moment you left it.”
But this ache of mine, growing deeper in my chest, feels more like a chasm than just a space waiting to be filled again. It whispers during the night, directing my dreams to the past and what I imagined the future would look like. It vibrates during the day, as if my heart is no longer sustaining me, but this vast emptiness and its slow, steady expansion through my body. You see, it’s a constant reminder that we only existed in the past. This present is a painful reality I’ve yet to accept. A future that can no longer exist. And it’s eating away at me, day by day. This missing of you. The loss of everything that could have been. Because it’s more than just a person I grieve. My whole world ended the moment you left it.
© Sarah Doughty
I don’t know
how to rewrite
the rest of the story