Tuesday, August 11, 2009

it's the same routine...
it's the same routine every day...
wake up.
breathe.
think of him.
breathe.
miss his voice.
breathe.
pray for him.
try to dream.
close my eyes.
see his face.
try to survive.

it's the same thing,
every single day.
since he walked out the door.

this house was once full of love.
laughter.
passion.
adventure.
wonder.

no, now this house is filled with sadness.
memories.
regrets.
misery.
loneliness.

as i now lay here in the darkness of the night,
i see his face beside me.
those blue eyes that could always take my breath away.
i see his lips move in for a kiss.
i taste his sweetness.
i hear his whisper in my ear,
"i love you".

but as i open my eyes,
i see nothing but the darkness that now surrounds me.
engulfs my body and drags me under.
he is no longer here.

but i am.
i am here,
left alone.
to remember...
everything.

the alarm clock goes off...
it's the same routine every day...
wake up.
breathe.
think of him.
breathe.
miss his voice.
breathe.
pray for him.
try to dream.
close my eyes.
see his face.
try to survive.

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