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TW death

It wasn't the storm that scared me, despite it being loud and demanding to be heard. No that's not what scared me. 

What scared me was when I reached my cold hand over to his side of the bed to try and find his warmth and to find it was just as cold as I am. 

Then it all came back to me. Every painful detail. 

The true pain is not within a person but in the absence of another. 

All I knew at that moment was pain. True pain. 

I wanted him back, I would pay the small prices, the large ones too if it came to that. 

But for now I have to deal with his side of the bed being empty. He would not be coming back to bed. 

The storm goes on and on, unlike his heart. 

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