Surreal

The key feels heavy in my hand as I walk to the door. I pause and turn the key in the lock, opening your door, still wishing you were on the other side. I am greeted by your scent. It permeates the air, like lilacs on a warm summer evening. Thick, heady, I breathe deeply as tears start to roll down my face. I drop my bag and feel the carpet between my fingers as I crumble onto the floor. It takes a moment to realize that the voice shattering the silence is my own.

I don't even recognize the sound of my own sorrow.