When Scott Stays on Campus Until Midnight.

The house is quiet.

The empty cups on the coffee table, the perfectly still toy rattles. The soft breathing of a baby who, thirty minutes ago, was determined not to go to sleep.

There are dreams to be had in this kind of silence, but I don't want to dream without him.

I do not feel peace, but I do not feel anger and I do not feel sad.

It's always so quiet when he's not here.

I miss him.