I thought I’d be happier once I was able to keep a spotless kitchen.

But I was wrong.

The lack of crumbs, dirtied spoons on the counter, and dishes in the sink burdens my heart.

It’s a constant reminder that you’re not here anymore.

That the only messes I have to clean up are my own.

No more coffee drips on the hardwood

No more outside doors being left open

And no more sounds in the kitchen at 1:00 am.

The things that used to drive me mad are now the things I miss the most.

– A.B.