Day#19 NaPoWriMoFor I must carry on.
The moonlight casts shadows, on your side of the bed. You have been gone a fortnight, but it hasnt got registered yet. After fifteen sleepless nights and endless bouts of tearful mourning, I sit in your study recalling your emphatic talking. Trying to buy some time from memories, and relive your presence. For tomorrow marks a new day, after many lost ones. I intend to start de novo, and gather what you left. To piece a life back together, though i still feel bereft of the very reason to carry on. Yours truly...creativnerd..xoxo