muted

I have been working hard, too hard in fact.

The days are long, the nights even longer.

You are no longer here, and that's okay.

Where can I deposit all this sadness to.

I can't sleep when I ought to.

Somedays more than others.

Tonight is one of them.

I can't explain myself.

Please let me know.

I am still struggling.

Why didn't I stay.

Please stop.

Wait...

Bye.