And you, my love, are gone

The sky looks pissed
The wind talks back
My bones are shifting in my skin
And you, my love, are gone

My room feels wrong
The bed won't fit
I cannot seem to operate
And you, my love, are gone

-The Chain, Ingrid Michaelson


Today was such a sad day for me. It was time for me to wash the bed sheets tanner slept on. I've been sleeping there, smelling him, enjoying his body oils. Sounds sick, geh? but i don't care, it's one of the few things i have to hold onto til we meet again... sad, sad day...