I was so overwhelmed you saw right through me where as I could merely only see the thin outline that contained what was inside of you.
But my outline
which made it easier for you.
I could not see into your thoughts like you could mine, nor was your body language easy to read.
Weeks ahead of time I should have noticed what was wrong.
As tears flows out of my eyes
I remember all the words he had pronounced
All the ugly truths he had pointed out
I remember him standing in front of me
With those eyes that cried for help
But that I was unable to help
I remember him more and more everyday
His voice shaky on the last night of his existence
His hands steady when he pulled the trigger
And his body living without a soul but only memories of living creatures
How much I assumed he was there
But how wrong I was to think he’ll be okay
Now it’s too late.
I’m left with thoughts that shallow my soul and
Memories that make me feel fantastic
It was your touch
Your arms wrapped around my waist,
Our eyes shut
Imagining life away from here;
That was what I missed the most.
I did not want you back into my life,
But only your touch.
I did not know how to fill that empty space
No matter what,
It always came back to your touch.
— The End —