03 / 10 / 14

The words you speak could never fill my cup. There truly is no conclusion for the pages being written. I've spent weeks observing you and how you aren't here. My eyes become a little wider as the hours pass. The less I see you, the more I remember you. And the less I hear you, the more I listen to you. The glass looks emptier each day. He needs your words to fill the cup.