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Nov. 4th, 2005 12:55 amI keep hearing her, in the other room, and I nearly turn before remembering...realizing she's not actually there. The smile fades from my lips as I listen to the creaking of a mostly empty house and I start to wish for even a shadow of her so that I can feel something other then complete loneliness.
Her pressence lingers...and yet, the house doesn't 'feel' right, because she hasn't been here in so long.
It feels so empty here.
I wonder how long I would have stayed if she had actually died. How long would I have lived in the empty, echoing silence before giving it up and moving on. I'm tied here...but I don't know if I'm tired to a memory or a ghost.
There are too many shadows here.
...
I miss him too. A part of my heart locked away where I can't reach it. There's so much pain inside it and it's hidden from me. Just like I can't touch him and make him stop hurting.
I've cried so much there are no more tears left.
Her pressence lingers...and yet, the house doesn't 'feel' right, because she hasn't been here in so long.
It feels so empty here.
I wonder how long I would have stayed if she had actually died. How long would I have lived in the empty, echoing silence before giving it up and moving on. I'm tied here...but I don't know if I'm tired to a memory or a ghost.
There are too many shadows here.
...
I miss him too. A part of my heart locked away where I can't reach it. There's so much pain inside it and it's hidden from me. Just like I can't touch him and make him stop hurting.
I've cried so much there are no more tears left.
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Date: 2005-11-04 09:03 am (UTC)