It's just turned 7 in the morning and I can hear my neighbour pootling about upstairs. I haven't slept! I can't sleep properly since you died.
I never seem to be able to sleep for GB like I used to when you were alive.
I used to be able to catnap on the sofa idly listening to the noises your computer game was making or the sound of the songs playing on the radio.
The noises nor music from the junk cupboard come.
Elements of you remain
I spray your aftershave on your clothes and a toy that wears your glasses and has fluffy hair like when you used to wash it and leave it to dry naturally - weirdly you never used to smell like the aftershave you put on as your body chemistry would change the smell of it, we tried so many different scents but they'd all smell like air freshener on you!
I'm wearing your underpants as bed shorts so I can be close to you.
Your ashes are on the comic shelf so you can have a read when you feel like it and are guarded by a Sith Lord and an Assassin - only the best bodyguards for my man x
When I'm watching the TV and something we both loved comes on - I smile and think fondly of you.
I miss shouting at the adverts with you - adverts are dumb
But most of all I miss you Dude
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