Reflections on loss
The cold seeps through my window, a bitter reminder of winter's arrival. Loneliness creeps into my mind, a silent companion that refuses to leave. I try to shake it off, but the emptiness is everywhere.
I think about our transience, an ever-present thought that lingers in the back of my mind. The finality of it all, the idea of not existing. I try to push it away, but it's always there. The darkness of winter mirrors the dead of night in my soul.
I curl up in a ball, trying to chase away the chill. But it's no use. The cold is inside me now. I try to listen to music, but the notes sing hollow, devoid of feeling. I try to read, but the words blur together, meaningless.
I try to sleep, but the loneliness keeps me awake. I think of all the people I've loved and lost and the ones I've pushed away. I wonder if their thoughts ever turn to me. Did they ever feel the same ache in their chest as I do this night?
The candle burns low, and I finally drift off in turn, my mind numb to the cold, the loneliness, and my fleeting memories.
How I miss you.