It’s a strange feeling, this longing.
This being completely alone, yet unaware.
I long to have your body next to mine.
To feel your breath on my neck.

I move to you. Reach out.
I am searching.
Searching for your body; your arms.
I need them around me now.

I wake to nothing. No one.
You’re not here.
And I guess you never were.
So I pull on the sweater you left me and try to breathe you in.

I try again to sleep. Utter failure.
Every time I see close my eyes, I see yours.
Your face. Looking at me like only you do.
A tear escapes my eye.

I try to imagine what you’re doing.
Probably sleeping. I haven’t done that in a while.
My body is fighting my mind, wanting it to stop.
Wanting it to think of something else. Something other than you.

But those thoughts are all I have.
I don’t have your hands. I don’t have your kiss.
I have memories, though they’re growing faint as the days pass.
I want nothing more than to feel your touch one more time.
But I can not.

It’s a strange feeling, this longing.