The days seemed longer
The nights seemed colder.
Work seemed slow.
Time crawled by.
The feeling was gone.
That feeling of warmth that was usually there.
It had been taken away.
Nothing was heard.
Just a whisper of a memory.
Things became unclear.
Pale snow fell to the ground.
Sloshing was heard beneath boots.
Pain was felt within.
The city felt too small.
It was too engulfing.
It ate away at a troubled mind.
Lying in bed was always the worst.
Painfully awake for hours during those cold winter nights.
Tears rolled down a discouraged face.
Looking into the mirror.
The reflection was not seen.
The reflection was the agony being exerted.
The TV had a hellish glow.
Usually it was light and angelic.
Tonight it was a cold burn.
Life was coming to a screeching halt.
This one thing made each detail utterly disarrayed.
The day she departed.