Was it today?

Is this the day she left? Is this the day he sat alone realizing she was gone? Or was it last week? What is time without dates? Relative. Meaningless? Did he sleep through it? The lease does not run out for another two weeks. He hid his pain from himself by stopping the record of the life, by stopping the one thing that has always kept him sane through everything life through at him. He stopped writing. She is gone.