Christmas is not the same without you.

None.

I will always love you.

There is no sense or reason in this.

This grief is hellish.

Neither of us have won.

The dispossessed. You, maybe.

Johnny wrote a story
a story no one can tell
the backspace button was pressed
and the story went to hell.

There is no point looking for answers where there is none.

Pain is dreadful.