yesterday,
i cried to the wind chimes singing a tune of happiness because i once knew the lyrics, too. as the darkness caved in on me, the flowers danced to the melody like it would bring the sun back to life. but everybody knows that flowers can't survive cut off from the sun.
today,
i held the hands of a man whose fingertips reminded me of your touch. his kiss, a bomb planted on my cheek. his mouth reminded me of what it is to be wanted in this time of insatiable, yet dying lovers. but still, it is your touch i crave.
sometimes,
i wish to wake up.
i wish for the part of the nightmare where i would wake up to realize that it was just a dream. with your face smiling back at me. and i would look into your eyes, and you would finally say it back.
but instead, i wake up screaming to no one.
