You are Not Here

There were times

when I was sure you loved me;

there was no question in your gaze,

green eyes brimmed with emotion

I felt like the luckiest girl alive.

On cold winter nights,

when the windows fogged

and rain pounded outside,

the only sound was your breathing

and the howling wind.

You and I

were the only two in the world;

there was no doubt in your green eyes

on those nights.

You spoke to me so softly.

So lucky so lucky

to have you.

But now I sit alone in my room,

listening to the rain fall

the howling of the wind

and the sound of my own desperate breaths

as I remember cold nights

and the promise in those green eyes.

I try to let the air in and out,

but even breahing

is so much harder

when you're not here

with me.

s.e