It was real in Thoughts

"You are it!" That's what you wrote in the frost on the garage door window. I can still see it when the window fogs a bit. I find myself looking out that window, expecting to see you looking back at me. Part of me thinks you are going to be there looking at me every time I look up, but you aren't. 

I know I let you down. I was supposed to stand firm and own up to what we did. Admit what I feel- what you feel. Now you're gone.

I am dying, looking everywhere for a sign you are sending me a message, but it's only deafening quiet.