Mornings To Come
Morning comes and I awaken to an empty bed as I reach for you and you’re not in your place.
Emptiness is the loudest cry my ears have ever heard.
I get out of bed searching for the biggest sign of your presence; calling out your name over and over.
I learn that silence can be the deepest of pains to ones heart and soul.
I walk from room to room looking for your things to be in their usual place; I see nothings there.
I feel blinded by the empty space that surrounds me.
I don’t know what to do or say, I’m lost in the wilderness of my fears.
I drowning in words too confused to come out of my mouth fearing the world of loneliness.
You were everything to me and more; you’ve taken away the air that I breathe.
Please give me back my fantasy; the courage that I need to live.
All I’m feeling at this time is the purest of pain.
I rush to the phone dialing home and you’re number echoes through my head time after time and you never answer.
Tears begin to stream down my face, diving towards the floor, crashing as if the Gods were crying for me.
I rush to the door barely dressed with only my shorts on; as I open the door a letter floats from the cracks of the door.
My heart shatters as it lands between my bare feet, slowly my life gives way as I dreadfully reach for it.
My life implodes as I begin to read you letter.
