Pillow marks on my cheeks

And I lay at night, in my comfortable bed. The air conditioning humming, you heaving through breaths and in deep slumber..

What am I supposed to think about now, that you have gone? 

I realized I have stopped thinking about you. And my heart sort of stopped beating in wonder. Now it just beats. A beat.

Be on the right path, Kin. Everything has happened and is happening for a reason.