Staring at an Empty House

Staring at an empty house.  

Full of photos, full of memories, full of things.

Peaceful and yet so loud.  

My mind won't be quiet and I'm left staring into an empty house.

Staring at an empty house.

My heart is heavy as reality sinks in.

Moments sitting in silence with my thoughts are unbearable.

Wishing I could hear your voice.  

Wishing I could feel your touch.

Wishing we had one more hour together.

Staring at an empty house.

Desperate to cross off another day in my notebook.

Tears fall and are wiped away.

Keep busy, keep busy.