Just here
You were
Just here
We leave to say goodbye
I return to find the hole
Your absence created
To be eaten by the house
Everything moved on
Except me
I'm still behind
I see non-existant holes
Where you sat,
- laid,
- held my hand,
- told me you loved me,
- stood.
Nothing feels the same.
Everything is the same.
*This piece is the most I've ever had to go through to take a shot -- We were on our road trip and saw this abandoned house on a hill and decided we'd brave the freezing rain and howling wind and walk a couple hundred metres to get there... a broken umbrella and set of soaked clothes later I got to take this very satisfying shot