8 months without your cheeky dimples
8 months without your dance moves and legs above your head
8 months without your big hugs
8 months without you stealing my hair straightener
8 months without you telling me all the goss and latest slang
8 months without you sneaking into my room to get your phone
8 months without “I love you, mama”
8 months without your bright light
8 months with pain every moment
8 months of every siren taking me back to standing outside your room on the phone screaming at 000 to come faster
8 months trying to help your brothers be ok when nothing is ok
8 months begging you to come back, of wishing I had done more
8 months of longing for what could have been
8 months with a huge hole that will never heal
8 months of being a person I don’t recognise
8 months of wishing I would wake up and this was a nightmare
8 months without my Soraya Bear.
(And 8 months + 1 day since you took this photo)
