Denial

It's been about three months and I'm still in denial. I couldn't believe that you're gone now. I kept thinking of the last time I met you, the last time I held your hand, the last time I talked to you.

My body is here but my mind keeps running to your place. I see you, relaxing in your favourite chair, watching the TV.

You were so calm and normal. Everything was perfect. For once, it was actually perfect.

And because of that, I need to go home this summer.

To feed my soul.

To wake me up from my dreams.

Everything is not okay. Everything is not normal.