Where Are You

I can’t feel you

I look over my shoulder at the empty spot on the bed in which you used to lay with me. I look up at the ceiling with my blistering eyes that haven’t shut in days. My bones ache for your hands. Just a touch, just the tips of your fingers - that’s all I’d need. My ears twitch at the thought of your voice, so deep and soothing. I try to close my crusted eyes.
“The ocean baby,” you used to tell me. “Think of the ocean...”
I try to think of the ocean. But all I can see is you.
Where are you?

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Reviews

[John the Baptist]

This one seethes with grief. The last few lines are particularly moving. Good work, and may the pain one day pass.

[Koiel]

Thank you so much for your comment. It lets me know people aren’t writing and feel it. Thank you so much. You have no idea what it means to me