I miss you
I don’teven want to get out of bed and I don’t know if this is normal
I stay inmy room because it’s the only place in the house that doesn’t hold any memoriesof you or you and I
I cry themoment I open my mouth to say something, so I’m silent all the time
I can’teven look at pictures yet
I don’tremember ever feeling this lonely and this hollow
I’d killfor a stroll to the beach wrapped in your arms, to set off walking together andsliding our fingers softly intertwined
I can’tbear to think of what to do with my day without you here
And my mindfills with memories of days in the sun, of us freezing in the water, of yourfingers running up and down my arm and mine lost in your hair, of walks under acanopy of trees and smiles that came with the morning sun and never went away…
Until youleft
And all I can do is try not to think too much;wait till the tears come back again, as they always do; wait to gain thestrength to leave this bed.
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