Under the stars.
I woke up, startled
Smelling your smell,
Feeling your touch on my skin.
Looking around the room at all the things that remind me of you.
I bite my lip - so hard I taste my own blood-Salty.
Or is it the tears flowing down my cheek?
As I am reminded of all the times you held me in your arms.
The wind turns cold,
I shiver realizing the cold emptiness of the space next to me.
My mind cries out for you,
You are too far away
6 inches or 60 miles,
It makes no difference.
Your arms are locked to me now.
I embrace one last time, the wind,
The smell, as it caresses my skin.
Licking my wounds,
Try to forget that it reminds me of someone I can never have.
Turning over in bed,
Wondering how long it takes a heart to forget,
To heal its wounds.
I hug the teddy bear you gave me,
My last vestiges of you,
And slowly fall back to sleep.
