Behind The Door

Behind the door I can still hear you. Restlessly rolling around trying to find that perfect way to dream like everyone else. Soft exhales as you finally find the right spot. I can still hear us laughing over you beating me in video games. Sometimes you even let me win. It's like we were still holding each other  as we lie on the couch watching our favorite show. You fall asleep running your fingers through my hair.  The way you smile and hide your face when I wake you. I miss us. Our memories are quickly fading as I stand up and walk away. But I can still hear you behind the door. Quietly calling my name.

Reviews

[Thomas Skahill]

I like the use of room/door for a metaphor of entering the memory and therefore the temporary existence of that person in your world, even if it's not a material conjuration. I think the mention of video games is here since are will speak to our generation by talking about something so familiar yet something that requires simultaneous involvement and interaction. As a reader I find myself afraid to walk through that door and face my own demon memory laying in wait.

[PurpleQuartz]

This is a wonderful write, beautiful and sad.

''Behind that door I could still hear it.
The way you would restlessly roll around,
trying to find that perfect way to dream
like everyone else.''

The way you started it drew me in immediately!!!

[Megan Doeden]

thank you so much. I appreciate your feedback.

[A. Amos]

Simply splendid, enjoyed the read and thanks for sharing