It hurts that you’re not here.
So much, so that I invent delusions of your presence
To ease my aching heart.
And I feel the warm imprint of your skin
All fathomed by my wandering mind
And I hear the sweet drawl of your voice
Whispering into my ear, tickling my senses
And for a blissful moment-
Time pauses. The rest of the world takes in a harmonious breath
So that I may believe that you are here
But then the moment fades
The world exhales and I am left to catch myself
With only the sheets to caress my body
And you are not here.
And you were never here.
Some nights it hurts
Every night it hurts…