Lies

Sleeping on the floor.

Hugging the duvet.

Affection.

Lies.

I can still feel you.

I can hear you sometimes.

You're still there.

The umbrella in the rain.

Comfort.

Lies.

I still have your diary.

Though I promised not to read it.

Maybe if I don't.

Trust.

Maybe

I miss your face.

It sounds stupid, I know.

But I really do.

Longing.

Your voice was the lullaby.

Lulling me to the moon and back.

It was the song of my life.

And it is silent now.

You are still alive.

Lies.