Δευτέρα, 18 Ιουλίου 2016

The flowers should be given to the living

I got used to you not being here.
And I got used to wake up and not finding you with my hand.
I got used to drink my coffee black and not having to fill your cup.
I got used to walk alone in the city of pigeons and I got used to return home without expecting to find you waiting for me.
I got used to you not cooking for me and I got used to not having dinner together.
I got used to sleep alone and I got used to the distance.
I got used to your absence.

I still cannot get used to the fact that it's killing me and it's making me a lesser person.

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