
Griever
Alone Among Ghosts
- May 1, 2025
- 234
It's been days, or maybe years - I can't really tell anymore. Time stopped when you left. I still wait for your name to light up my phone, for your laugh to echo in a quiet room, for you to walk through the door like nothing ever changed. But everything changed.
I keep replaying every moment, every message, every silence I didn't know was screaming for help. I should've seen it. I should've known. That word - should - has become a constant ache. It haunts my nights and shadows every breath I take.
I talk to you like you're still here. I tell you how much I miss you, how sorry I am. I tell you the world is colder now, quieter, like it's holding its breath in your absence. Nothing feels real without you. The things that used to make sense don't anymore. Laughter feels wrong. Smiles feel forced.
Sometimes I get angry - at you, at myself, at everything. But mostly, I just feel hollow. Like a part of me died too.
You were more than a best friend. You were my person. And now, I carry your memory like a weight and a promise - to never forget, and to try, somehow, to keep living even when it hurts.
I hope wherever you are now, it's peaceful. I hope the pain you carried is finally gone. But I'll never stop wishing you stayed.
I keep replaying every moment, every message, every silence I didn't know was screaming for help. I should've seen it. I should've known. That word - should - has become a constant ache. It haunts my nights and shadows every breath I take.
I talk to you like you're still here. I tell you how much I miss you, how sorry I am. I tell you the world is colder now, quieter, like it's holding its breath in your absence. Nothing feels real without you. The things that used to make sense don't anymore. Laughter feels wrong. Smiles feel forced.
Sometimes I get angry - at you, at myself, at everything. But mostly, I just feel hollow. Like a part of me died too.
You were more than a best friend. You were my person. And now, I carry your memory like a weight and a promise - to never forget, and to try, somehow, to keep living even when it hurts.
I hope wherever you are now, it's peaceful. I hope the pain you carried is finally gone. But I'll never stop wishing you stayed.