It’s been a few weeks…

It’s been a few weeks
since my eyes welled up
and mascara stained my cheeks.

But that doesn’t mean the depression
ends.

When night falls
so does the darkness
and it surrounds every bit of me.

As the blankets cover me
I try to lull myself to sleep
quietly praying
for peace

I feel the ghost of your hand
on my arm.

And it begins again.