lost

If I could just visit you there, sit beside you for a while, and tell you how chaotic it has been since you left. The days feel heavier, and the world feels a little less kind. If only you could tell me it gets better, that the chaos will settle, that I’ll find my way— even without you. I wonder if you had scold me for holding on too tightly, for letting the sadness stays longer than it should. Would you remind me to keep going, to smile even when it feels forced, to live a life that you’d be proud of?