The dim-lit screen from a phone acts as a single candle for the room shrouded in cold black.

I make my way to what was once our bed and slowly slipway under its empty cover.

Isolated and desolate, I lay there.
Accompanied only by your ghost.

The sweet soft impression that your head would have made into the pillow that lay next to me in silence, serves as a despondent memory that is just as cold as the air that fills this room.

The low singing melodies dancing from the dim-lit phone's speaker only help to fill the void, replacing the soft breaths you would take in and out in your calm rest.

I miss greatly your warmth and your mid-night embrace, the way you nestled your tired head into the crook of my arm, seeking the warmth, comfort, and security it did provide.

All I have now is your ghost. A faded memory, slipping away into the night. And I don't clutch it any tighter now, as I used to. Instead, I let it slip freely through my fingertips and I make peace with the night.

I'll close my eyes and let the sun kiss me good morning in place.