It’s a strange feeling, to lay next to someone
someone who is wonderfully good to you
and instead of happiness
the thoughts that race through your head
are how much you miss someone else
and how you wish you’d rather die
because you won’t feel the warmth of being next to that someone else
again
In the dark of the night
hearing his breath in my ear
I tell myself to let the quiet hours wash away
to let slumber kill the loneliness
so that I may live another day