Sometimes, when i wake up in the morning- my toes freezing and the air is ice cold- i can hear your voice whisper ‘come back to bed..’ i can feel you pull me back to your chest, the warmth enveloping me. Sometimes, i feel you like i always used to.
I usually just continue to slip out of bed and proceed to throw on a sweatshirt and put my socks on, but one time i looked back at the sheets- out of mere curiosity. To see if you were still there. To see if..maybe i was still dreaming. I could only hear myself breathe in heavily as i turned my head just enough…..
Empty. The sheets were bare and ice cold.
As I let go of my breathe I felt the sadness spill over my body- aching once again as if it hadnt moved in its entire lifetime. It was as if…this was the first time i tried to keep going. The first time I kept breathing.
I hate the fact that every morning I sit on my bed for an hour holding my own hand. gently moving my thumb over the back of my hand as you once used to.
I hate how I have to look in the mirror while i brush my teeth now, as if im trying to figure out what is wrong with me.
I hate how my mind plays back wonderful memories as if they really were wonderful to the both of us.
Sometimes I fall asleep and I can hear you say something. I think I can make it out… Sometimes I almost feel you say it.
The truth is…most mornings I am awoken by hearing you say my name.
And i cry because I wish it were real.