Trying to treat the thoughts through therapy, but a tomorrow with you never comes. Today remains my reality. A today without you. A today in which you don’t exist.

“I want to see Nana”, your 2 year old grandchild says with a beam as bright as your aura, and my heart shatters a little. I want to see you too.

Mentally stuck in yesterday, I kept everything of yours the same. Nothing’s changed in the room, so…