I look into the mirror each day, wishing you were beside me.
I seek some comfort knowing you are safe and sound, but I am not. He looks at me....In the reflection, screaming nonsense, shattering my soul. His cold and empty stare haunts me at night. But I find comfort in closing my eyes. Imagining that the man who holds me is you. Not this creature of unearthly stench.
Goodnight, may you be free.
-Ginny
