It has been almost 2 months since I last spoke to you. Maybe longer since I saw your face. But it has been only seconds since I last thought of you.
Days have turned into weeks... and now months. One would think that time has blurred the memories. Why hasn't it? Why is it that the first thought when I wake up is still... you? The last sigh before I drift off to sleep is because of you? The ache I feel, sometimes intense, sometimes dull... it's a reminder of you.
No promises were made, none asked, none given. Yet I feel broken. A little corner in the back of my soul, missing. Lost. Lonely.
I go about my days in a state of waiting. Waiting for time to pass or waiting for the waves of sadness to leave me. Hoping fervently that today I won't catch myself muffling my silent screams in my pillow, Or turning away so no one sees the tears suddenly slip down my cheeks.
Maybe it was all a dream that felt too real. Too good to be true.
Maybe all I am missing is you.