You don't think about them much after they're gone.

I mean, the moment they leave, it's ALL you can think about. You lose sleep. You lose days just constantly thinking of them. What they were, the space they filled with you, the stupid in-jokes and memories.

A few months pass, and suddenly you're not thinking about them every day anymore. You still do, but it's now every other day, where the silence is still felt. You can fill that silence with other noise, sure, but it's still there.

A year goes by, and you're functioning back at where you were. You know you have to keep moving forward, and you've found new things to fill that silence. New friends, new hobbies, new interests... you don't think about them much now. But you still think about them.

I'm sorry I wasn't there for you. I was so naive. If you were still here, things would be different.

I just needed to stare into the void for awhile, to remind myself I'm human too, and one day I'll just be a passing thought.