5 May 2012
I lie here in the dark,
Our bed is vast & still such a comfort to Me,
Though not to not have You in it feels like such a cruel taunt, I fancy You there, in the dark always just out of reach.
But You're not.
A sigh, a tear, some indignance.
The realisation.
Like a bath let run too cold or tea left standing too long.
Silly euphemisms to make light of Your crushing absence.
Someday I'll let go.
I promise.
Until then I'll carry on waking, living, sleeping, existing... Simply breathing.
Trying not to see You everytime I blink.
Your phantom, burned into my mind, etched into the insides of my eyes.
A beautiful yet saddening memento of what once was.
Phantom • Opuss № I