Here I lay my cadaver on the edge of the bed, petrified to turn and not find you. Sheets are cold on your side, neat and untouched. I slowly crimped myself into a small ball of emptiness. I felt terrible and strong pain down my gut.
The memory of you flashed through my optics. The time when you looked right through my eyes for the first time and you saw my naked soul even without touching me. Those little whispers in my ear and you gazing at me from the other corner of the room while I pretended I didn't notice. The sense of your fingers in between mine and then those stolen kisses. Your husky voice calling my name. You held me tight in the middle of the nights and days when you kept me moody on my toes only to indulge me later. You, lifting me to carry my passions. You, the driven force driving me from within. You, filling me up with a curiosity for life. Your acceptance of me as myself with all my flaws even without giving it a second thought and every other time you meant "I love you" without even saying it. You, keeping me confessed to yourself even now when you are gone.
Strayed by thoughts, when I swim back to the shores. I find myself on your side of the bed, lifeless and behold. All can sense was strong emptiness and sheets are still cold.
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