The light sneaks in from under the door. I don’t know where I am, but I’ve been here before. I found a message on the table, it’s signed by you It says “I’m sorry for your loss, there’s not much I can do.“And when they ask how long it’s been this way, Say not that long, just a couple of days. But you and I know that’s not true I’ve been living this way since the day I met you.















