My breath rises to meet the cool balmy night air only to fall in a fine mist of droplets in the dark dead of night. The shuttering flitter of eyelashes as my eyes draw open still sleep worn from the dream. Turning my cheek to see your silohuette in the bed next to me and the thoughts rushing in of how I love you and at the same time how I hate your guts.
Your side rise and fall like the ocean tides and your breath hitches in your throat with a muffled moan as if you were in dream. I watch you in your sleep and if I watch you any more I'll surely stare a hole in to the back of your head. The shadows cast from the street lamp splays out onto the ceiling and walls in here, This deafening silent room; the only noise the rustling of the leaves and your slowly ebbing breath. I can't help but thinking about how life used to be with you and where exactly it's heading.
Closing my eyes again and turning my face away from you again and facing the window again I for a fleeting moment realise that all of this is still a dream. My breath hitches as I fully remember that you're gone. You've been gone for Almost three years now and yet I still see you as plain as day or in this case as plain as the darkened night around us tonight and everynight.
I think that if I can make it through one more less lonely day and one more empty bed at night I'll be ok. I've made it this far and I've done pretty good for myself so I guess It's time now I can let you rest for good. No more ragged breaths, no more vivid dreams of times gone by and loves lost. In my heart and in my memories you go for good, to collect dust until the next time I'm ready to remember...
