"Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself
constantly walking around in the daytime and falling into at night. I miss
you like hell." Edna Vincent Millay
Because I wrote about how I feel like I lived my life with this soft, firm cushion supporting my back and I was rarely even aware it was there, took it for granted that it would stay in place. And now, with Roy gone, the cushion isn't there -- it's just empty space -- and I have to work so much harder to hold myself upright it's exhausting.
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