People think
I'm only grieving you.
But it's more than that.
I'm grieving the future
I imagined with you.
The plans.
The little things.
The "one day" conversations
that never got the chance
to become real.
I lost the version of life
I thought I was going to have.
And maybe that's why
this hurts so much.
Because I didn't just lose you.
I lost the home
I built in my head.