You sat there, staring.
At what?
Nobody knew.
Even you don't know.
Maybe you aren't staring at anything here at all.
Maybe you're staring at him.
In your memories. In your mind. In your heart.
I think so.
He's so bright, it's hard to not miss him when he's gone.
Gone. Out like a candle blown by the wind. Whoosh.
I know what you're thinking.
You want him to come back.
Come back here. Come back to us. Back to you.
Your spirit's broken, you think.
Without him you're not you.
But maybe, maybe you're just dreaming.
A nightmare.
And when you wake up, he'll be here again.
For you. Beside you. Loving you.
Like always.
But you know it's true.
It's not a dream.
Not a dream.
You're staring at nothing, in the end.
He's just not there. Not here.
So you miss him.
You miss him so much, it hurts.
Hurts oh so much.
And you're thinking: I'm going to get him.
You want him, so you're going to get him.
Perfectly logical.
So you stopped staring.
'Cause you're gonna get him.
Oookaaayyyy, that was weird. Anyway, I was really bored, so I wrote this short, thingy. I don't know what it is, so what? Sue me.