Lying in bed alone,
I feel your arms around me,
comforting and strong.
Like a shadow or a ghost,
and I know I’m pretending but
I convince myself that if I just stay still
the illusion will become real.
I close my eyes and I can almost hear you,
your voice next to my ear
whispering sweet nothings
telling me you love me.
Brushing my hair back with your fingers.
your fingers lingering on my cheek
before they cover my hands,
warm and intertwining.
But I always have to open my eyes.
And I remember you’re far away.
And you have been for two months.
And you will be for who knows how long.
It’s like getting sucker punched
or having the wind knocked out of me
or having my heart ripped out of my chest.
I feel so alone.