I didn't notice it at first.
I shrugged it off as a matter of inconvenience.
It started one chilly morning as I was making my coffee. Standing in the mirror, looking back at those baggy eyes and that familiar knotted hair, a tell tale sign of a long night. I usually manage to pull myself from my bed at 12pm or so, but this morning I was up unusually early and I couldn't explain what had woken me. In the corner of my eye I could see the snow falling silently out the window, slow motion. So white, and yet it makes things so dark and empty. Day 11 of being masked by clouds and snow. Thoughts lingered, and I stood hunched over the counter, glari
Two of us,
You and I.
Bottles of wine.
The nights I'll never forget.
Love drunk.
Love sick.
Movie frames, clicking through my head.
The nights I'll never once forget.
Hands on your face, they traced,
Dim rooms and warm hearts.
I've never felt so close to anything.
Intertwined, he and I.
And then we were asleep.
And when I woke up, you were wrapped around me.
And I left.
But I kept coming back.
For the happiness you brought with you,
Everywhere you went.
And I have never felt the same since.