May 15, 2025
Our bed is cold, without you in it. Since you’ve been gone, I’ve noticed a lot of things, like how quiet it is without your snores how much the cat misses your lap how badly I eat when cooking for myself how boring TV is without someone else to comment on it But mostly I notice how quiet it is especially at night, because I’m used to hearing you breathe, snore, rustle and there’s silence instead. Things go undone; laundry not folded, sheets not laundered (I can’t bear to give up even the smallest scent of you) kitchen not cleaned. I think, why bother? It’s only me who’ll notice these things. And I don’t. My bed is cold without you in it. My life is cold without you in it. I miss you.