My hands are getting older. But you're not here to kiss them and say they're perfect.
The wrinkles around my eyes seem to fade with the time, mayhaps just because you dont make me laugh anymore.
The grocery bags seem to be heavier on my back, and you dont help me carry them inside like you used to.
My eye bags are deepening since you dont kiss me before going to sleep every night.
Please come back.
YOU ARE READING
Morning
General Fictionwhen you're greeted with a cold morning every time you wake up or what happens when you all of sudden have to wake up in your bed alone (currently editing) short story TRIGER WARNING: depressive thoughts,, death mentions
