I stood in the hallway
Seeing a reflection,
A reflection of a body
Lone, and frightened.
Always
Questioning,
Yearning
To see a reflection of
Two souls.
Walking further,
My bed stared, empty.
Your sounds forever echoed
In the sharp silence.
Your face forever painted on
The color of my sheets.
Stuck, I was hesitant.
But, today, I lay my hand
Along my bedside
No longer seeing your reflection.
Merely a whisper remains,
And the sinking void
Of your body, your smell,
And your mind.
The void, never again to be filled
By you, by the same reflection
But, still,
I need you
Want you
By my bedside
Jan 18, 2011
Jan 18, 2011 at 10:08 PM UTC
I stood in the hallway
Seeing a reflection,
A reflection of a body
Lone, and frightened.
Always
Questioning,
Yearning
To see a reflection of
Two souls.
Walking further,
My bed stared, empty.
Your sounds forever echoed
In the sharp silence.
Your face forever painted on
The color of my sheets.
Stuck, I was hesitant.
But, today, I lay my hand
Along my bedside
No longer seeing your reflection.
Merely a whisper remains,
And the sinking void
Of your body, your smell,
And your mind.
The void, never again to be filled
By you, by the same reflection
But, still,
I need you
Want you
By my bedside