14.
I walk into my house.
Its emptiness only a reminder that you're gone.
I shudder, my body aching to search you out.
I'm so used to you being here.
Everywhere I look, it's you I see.
You're on my mind; in my heart.
My half that will never be.
The house that you loved is an empty shell without you in it.
You loved this place so much, every room is a reflection of you.
I can't be here.
I can't even sleep here.
Our bed smells like you.
The closet is full of your things.
Your voice is all I hear as I reach for my gun.
And walk out the front door, never looking back.
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