I woke up this morning and your absence was still noticeable.
My queen bed felt massive, but not necessarily as big as it did yesterday.
My head was pounding, but I was able to shake it off a little quicker in this mornings fog.
I knew that you were gone, but I didn’t feel like I was drowning.
In fact, I think I felt like I was starting to surface.
There is still a long way until I broke through the top of the ocean,
But I don’t think my feet were being held down like anchors anymore.
My fingers ached to text you, just like they’ve done every day since you left.
The difference is though, today I didn’t even type out a draft.
In fact, I didn’t even type your name into my search bar.
I’m starting to realize that maybe you didn’t consume me as much as I thought.
And that maybe there is still hope to break free from your grasp.
Slowly I’m wiggling away from a boy who won’t even notice when I’m really gone.