A Memory...

I was washing dishes one day and an old memory hit me, so I just started writing and this is what came about. True story.

I lay my head down where you left. It's still warm. So a part of you still lingers. At least that's what I tell myself. My mom laughs. Others would too if they saw how happy I was, just feeling your warmth. They say it's an obsession, it'll pass. Well, they're right about one thing, it is an obsession, you are my obsession. I would say that love is an obsession, in a sense. It's not a bad thing, but pain is always the possible consequence. I don't think about that now though, as I sit in my reverie. I close my eyes and hug the cushion of the couch closer to my cheek and think about how beautiful your eyes looked as they pierced through mine, light dancing off in little sparkles and how your straight lips curled over perfectly white teeth into the smile I try to bring out of you every time we meet. I snuggle closer to the cushion and imagine what it would be like if we were together. I would hold your hand so tight in my small hand. I would put my face to your chest and wrap my arms around your fit waist with the intention of never letting go. We would spend hours talking, star gazing, walking, just being together... My arms start to loosen and my smile fades. It's just a dream. That's all you'll ever be. I know it in my heart. As my throat starts to burn and a tear leaks from my eye, I raise myself up from the now cold couch.

Bridgett
12/30/08