Through Your Notes

Sunday

Sunday

8.00 a.m.

I woke up to the beeping sound of the alarm clock.

I walk out of the room with a fast-beating heart.

How do I face you?

You’re not there.

Not in the living room. Nor the kitchen. Nor the washroom.

You left.

I sit on the couch and hug the pillow you used.

I bury my face in the blanket you used.

I take in every scent of you to remember You.

You smell good.

I don’t think I will see you anymore.

My phone buzzed.

I search for the phone. Where is it?

It’s on the coffee table. I must have left it there last night.

I open the message.

From: XXX (unknown)

Sorry I had to leave without
     saying goodbye. Something
     came up.
     See you at midnight, then?

Received: 11 JAN 2015 08:03

I smile.

“See you at midnight, then.”