Sincerely, Jennifer x

What’s your point of view? Where do your eyes wander to, when I look your way? Where do you see my soul in six months? And why, oh why do I care?

I tell the mirror that I don’t miss you, she laughs right in my face and I just stare blankly at my cackling reflection, because I suppose I do deserve it. Your presence leaves the strangest shadows all over the place, on my soul, all across my bones, and I plead with the hours to…