Juliet had died nine months prior to me writing the first draft of this. It’s waited another eight months for me to finish it. And I still wake from dreams in hope when the floorboards creak.

This was written for a contest Called "Meaningful", and won a silver medal. This is what the author was after: 

I have been in my feelings lately. 

For this contest, write something deep with lots of emotion.  Make me cry, make me laugh, put plot twists on it. Reach deep deep down. Create something beautiful, vulnerable, outside the box, outlandish or wonderful.  I want something new and fresh, so no pre-writes, put your brain to work! This contest won't run for very long. 

There are no restrictions on word count, length, number of lines, etc. 

I don't mind swearing if it is done tastefully. Sometimes words of that nature can be crucial to expressing certain feelings, but do not over do it. Don't make every other word a curse word, don't use slander, and don't discriminate. Don't be crude.