There was always something different

The way the air would feel suddenly

Cold, empty, but also suffocating at the same time

The way the floor creaked a little less

And everything was casually vacant;

Lonely

You made me feel beautiful, alive 

faultless like every star created by god

Until

I was suddenly nothing.

But you used to sit in the kitchen chair

Every morning, one cup of Joe—1 sugar, 2 creams

I would make your eggs, while you

Read the paper of uneventful news.

You would look at me

With those hazel eyes,

But there were constellations in them.

By afternoon, you lay on the couch

Watching your show.

You always bite your nails when it gets intense,

Drink the Dr. Pepper, it’s a sense of

Relaxation.

You were winsome and ravishing

Majestic and, Oh so magical

You used to lie there

Right behind me, with one hand

Tucked around my waist

Your face, still and somber

I could feel the rhythm of your

Breathing

In and

Out

In and

Out

Then nothing

But an early silence

The air moving through the vents every 40 seconds

The birds chirp, the squirrels run, the rain still falls

But nothing in the place we called home

Your heavenly eyes will always be my favorite, even if

They don’t look at me the same anymore.