It’s been a month today. It’s been a month I find it difficult to turn on the light, a month I spend my nights looking up at the sky hoping you’ll make me a sign, a month since I entered some kind of fake world, where all the petals keep on falling, where all the flowers are dead, a month and I don’t know anything anymore. It’s been a month.
In loving memory of my late dad
(24/03/1961 – 07/10/2015)