What I have left

Here I am trying to get closer to you, re-watching the same video over and over

only because it makes me feel as if I'm right there, in your arms taking cover.

Whenever we leave I feel the storm of sadness take over, and I rarely ever recover.

I miss your body, the way your hand fits almost perfectly when it's intertwined with mine, 

The way your hair flows and the way your eyes shine.

These feelings are so foreign, I didn't know love could hurt this way I would've appreciated a warning. 

None of this matters when I'm with you, the pain vanishes and the clouds of doubt are removed from

my mind; Your physical self, it makes all the difference in the world and apparently it slows time down. 

I cherish every second we spend together, from the moment our eyes meet each other the first time,

to the point where we say "I love you" for the last time. I need more videos, one is not enough. 

But how wonderful it is to know that I can seemingly connect with you through this one video, 

I can listen to you and imagine my ear being inches away from you,

picking up everything you hum and say. I hope you crave me as much as I crave you,

Miss me as much as I miss you, and love me as much as I love you. 

Restless thoughts initiate a spark in my mind, I begin to roam the house digging up all the memories I can find

Trying to come back to you, wishing I had control over the time. Out of all the things I imagined to find, this video is the only thing that was all there was. I am however, so grateful because now I don't feel as if you're completely gone. I rub the screen, hoping to feel your face but all I feel is hard plastic,

the sadness is creeping in, more than usual, this is drastic. I miss you, but that's not all, I miss your physical self. 

Author's Note

How did I do?