Everything has become so quiet since you left - all a little too quiet. The dreadful, empty silence trudges behind me everywhere I go, latching on and refusing to let go.
Your euphonious laugh no longer dances in swift playful circles around me; your eyes no longer greeting me in the early hours of the morning. Your arms no longer provide me with the comfort and protection I so heavily crave, especially in times of need. Your shirt no longer embraces my tears as they spill like the water from a waterfall, while your voice hushes soothingly as you rub my back and brush your fingers through my hair.
I admit, I miss it. I miss you, I miss the memories, I miss our little moments and down time away from everyone else. As much as it hurts, the memories stay on replay while I fall asleep, building my hope in that one day, maybe, just maybe, we'll be whole again...
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Broken Wings - Poetry {COMPLETED}
Poetry200 Poetic Tragedies ... A collection of poetic chaos, written on love, loss, lust and longing. This is a safe haven for the broken - For those with Broken Wings. _____________________________ "In a world full of heartbreak, sadness is all I've eve...