Snippets of Grief

 You were my defender for these silly internet arguments, when you felt I was being wronged. Now I only have myself, again, and we both know I question everything. I'm a rubbish defender for myself, you're supposed to be here for that, frog-knuckle.

 Today is a sad day. Even the sky is crying. Your dog is asleep on my couch, the music is playing, the world is muted. You're meant to be here too, sprawled across the couch. I keep looking over, like I think I'm going to see you there, but there's just Missy.