Dear —,

I took a trip down when I heard the news, and now I hear you whispering softly in my head.

You were one of the first who taught me love. Now you’ve taught me sorrow and grief. I’m going through the motions, waiting for myself to grow in the spaces left behind. Filling up the time until I can’t hear you speak.

I don’t even know what to say, I just want to talk to you.

I’m so sick of never getting to say my goodbyes. Sick of knowing that you tried to apologize again. And sick ...