Sunday, 7:30 pm
I didn't want you to leave
Paralyzed laying next to you, my mind screaming to reach out.
Murmur,
help me.
Whisper,
I don't know if I can be alone tomorrow.
Sob,
I don't trust myself.
Paralyzing.
Pretending to sleep.
I don't want you to leave.
I've never been this scared.
Today. Death was a possibility.
I've never been this scared.
Tomorrow, the feelings of this night will be unfathomable.
Fear is now, empty.
Empty is now, nothing.
Two more months.
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