Untitled... for now

Life after the death of a significant other

The day you left I called your phone seventeen times because I refused to accept that you were gone. You were simply in the shower, or sleeping; maybe your phone was dead..not you.
Three days after you left I rolled over to wake you up. The bed where my hand landed felt much too cold and untouched. I didn't move it for hours. Instead I gave you more of the blanket so you could keep sleeping.
A week after you left I took a shower in your favorite sweater; I couldn't convince my hands to remove you.
A week after you left all of my thoughts sounded like your voice.
A week after you left I began avoiding our friends and their halfhearted smiles. I began sleeping on your side of the bed.
2 weeks after you left I called your phone seventeen more times to listen to your voicemail. I need you to tell me that this is just a phase and we'll get through this.
Fifteen days after you left I went out to buy you a charger for your phone. It's been dead for too long and I need your voice again. I've stopped thinking.
A month after you left I began peeling away parts of my skin, hoping maybe you left me notes under all your favorite places to plant your lips.
Two months after you left I couldn't close my eyes without seeing your eyes light up as your face contorts into my favorite smile. I tried to sleep for days if it meant I could still see you.
Three months after you left I began waking up in the middle of the night to the warmth of your breath on the back of my neck. This isn't real. Please charge your phone. I can't sleep, I've been calling for hours. I need you to sing me to sleep.
Five months after you left I had to stop calling your phone. The person with your number doesn't know me, or you. They don't sound like you at all.
Six months after you left my calendar told me I should tell you Happy Birthday. I made your favorite red velvet cake and sang you Happy Birthday to the tune of your lullaby for me. I smiled; you would have liked this.
A year after you left I sit at your grave, long enough to pick my heart up off the floor and carry on. You would have wanted this, like I've always wanted you.

Author's Note

I may tweak it later on.

Reviews

[Call_Me_Miss_Imperfect]

I feel like I can literally cry. This is perhaps one of the most devastating pieces of work I have read in awhile. I must admit I loved reading it though. I haven't lost anyone that I was with yet. I bet it was one of the most difficult experiences to endure. If I loved or cared for someone so much like this, I do not know how I would respond honestly. I hope that this didn't happen to you or anyone else that you know. I know of some stories I have heard on the news about tornadoes or rough storms taking people's lives. One guy saved his girlfriend from a cement wall crushing her. He pushed it hard enough for her to crawl under and for him to suffer the fall. It is one of the most sweetest but yet saddest things I have ever heard before. Losing someone that I love would be the most complicated thing ever. This is so sad. Why must you tweak when this is so wonderfully penned?

[Call_Me_Miss_Imperfect]

A suggested title could be "Gone But Never Forgotten"?

[Alana McGuire]

Thank you so much for the wonderful review!! I really appreciate it. No, I did not write it from a personal experience. It just sort of came to me and I knew I had to write it. I cried a lot when I wrote it, so I was hoping it would make other people feel. :)

[Call_Me_Miss_Imperfect]

Oh it was definitely depressing girl. But nice write indeed. You're welcome. :)

[Emrick]

Heart rending yet beautiful. Very beautiful. I have never read a poem that touched my heart like this.

[Alana McGuire]

Thank you very much. I'm glad it made you feel :)