Hauntingly Beautiful

Gazing at the Polaroid in my hand, I felt a smile tug at my lips.

The cacophony of our mindless laughter still rings in this, now empty room.

Shards of glass sticking out at odd angles from my blood drenched feet are a remnant of your explosive anger.

Downing the bottle of wine, with the eerie silence of the night, the effect of your words finally seemed to fade away, just like your presence.

Along with my consciousness, I feel your thoughts slipping away.

There will be no slurred apologies, not this time.

I don’t hear you in our favourite songs anymore.

My blanket doesn’t smell of your aftershave, either.

My house feels like it’s my home again.

And your absence makes it hauntingly beautiful.