Since the day you left…
The vacant couch has been so cold. It is so alone in the living room with its coldness.
The TV was obsessively playing the movie you love. That black & white movie you used to watch over and over.
The remote control and books are kinda pissed off that you left them behind. They are covering themselves with dust now.
The phone is completely silence now. It refused to ring ever since it lost the language of touch from you.
The floor lamp’s light is on at 745pm everyday still. It has prepared to welcome you home at night.
The tap was dripping the melancholy tears days and nights. It sounds akin to the rhythm of a sad love song.
The Christmas tree was upset in the store room. It knew this will be the place it celebrates the coming Christmas.
I think they are longing for you…
Longing for you to come back…
Love, me
p.s. Happy Birthday
