still the same faces. same places. same magnets on the cupboard. same pantry. same snacks. same hours. same pay. same settings.

but somehow they all seem different without you.

it's like all the colour here has faded to gray.. everywhere i go i still see pictures of you. sometimes pictures of us together as well.


the chalkboard still remains on his desk, with scribblings from our last visit.


do you remember?

sometimes i really wish you didn't go, but then who am i to make you stay?

i just hope you'll always be happy like the girl smiling at me in my pictureframe. the girl standing beside her best friend of eight years who's making a face at the camera.