moral of the story - lashton

flicker

it's been &@"-@/:&)!)!.' since you left me, lrh.
i pretended to sleep as you slipped through my fingertips.
please don't leave.
please don't leave.
i was chanting in my head, but my chants were unsuccessful.
i heard you zip your bag and no matter how much i wanted to, i was frozen into place.
i couldn't move a muscle.
you kissed my forehead gently as one of your salty tears dropped onto my cheek.
you gently swiped it off with the pad of your thumb,
before standing up and grabbing your bag.

i silently cried as the front door slammed shut, and you had left me.

the flicker of hope i once had quickly disappeared.