I call this Hope.
New moons have come and gone, still I yearn for you. Cold winter days turn into frigid winter nights where I long for your warmth. Tangled together, giving our souls to each other. Memories of you torment my days and haunt my nights. I feel the ghost of your kiss. I sense your arms around me as I relive our dances under the stars. Your words of praise flood my ears like a river with too much rain. Constant reminders that shatter my heart daily. You slipped through my fingers like sand. The love that we shared is the love of a lifetime. The love that you read about in fairytales. Hope is the only thing that gives me sanity. Hope that you will come back to me. Hope that the pieces of my heart will once again be whole. Hope where my dreams become my reality. Hope that one day you will again be mine and I will be yours. Hope, four letters, one syllable, one beautiful word that is my driving force.....
