You are the first place I go when something makes me smile and the first place I go when I need to be held.
But of course you do not exist!
I think you exist. I hold the teddy bear you gave me. I named him after you, you know?
I smell the flowers you sent me. They smell just as sweet now as they did then.
I remember the sweet taste of the truffles that melted upon my tongue on Christmas morn.
I remember you. My raison d'etre that carried me away.
Those long hours lying side by side on your bed. Me writing. You reading. How could they cease to be?
Us just sharing nothing was so sweet. All those dreams. All those plans.
All this pain.
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