So quiet – I failed to realize they were there. They took a seat amongst my things, made themselves comfortable while I – unknowingly – rushed throughout my morning routine. A silent stranger in my home.
I wrote this one evening while thinking back upon the morning I found out. I had woken up and started to get ready, but couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. I have no reason for that feeling – no explanation, but nonetheless, it was something I felt at the time. The explanation would come some minutes later. Looking back, those moments make sense. Realistically, could I have known? I suppose that depends on your own personal beliefs. I can, however, say, in hindsight, what I felt was grief, creeping its way into my personal space, establishing itself in my room, before I ever knew there was anything to grieve.
