Its night time my sweet, and as usual I am lying here in bed.
My mind begins to flood my brain with almost every single moment that I had spent with you. I think this is my minds way of trying not to forget you. I don’t want to ever forget you my sweet.
For brief moments this pain and sadness sometimes gets swept under the rug, and happy thoughts and positivity takes over for what only seems to be a few minutes at a time these days.
I keep thinking about walking into your room. Wanting to go in there and place your books back on their shelves. To be able to put your nursery back to its original state. Back to the way it was before you left us. Wishing to be able to smell your sweet scent as I walk through your bedroom door.
Sometimes I think that you’re not gone forever, and that if you did ever come back your room needs to be ready for you.
The truth is that you’re gone.
Forever now from my reach.