Blanket empty,
Covers only covering me,
Body so cold,
No one is right beside me,
Pillow filled with thoughts,
Tears soaked in the fabric,
Missing someone to mind to,
Wishing someone was by me,
Tomorrow comes and go,
That happens too often,
Memories tends to grow,
But they seem all to familiar,
Deja vu of a lonesome soul,
Always a constant reminder,
Instagram pages I scroll through,
It’s almost like I am just watching previews.

Photo by Anthony Tran 

Thanks for reading
Jixi Fox