Everyone’s in bed already
I’m up with music and a dark room.
The extra space in my bed is filled with random stuff because I know what it’s like to have someone lay next to you and now that I don’t have that I don’t wish to feel the emptiness. When I wake up in the morning I find my arm to be stretched out the cluttered side and my hand resting where your chest would be. I long for you. But I question myself all the time, is it you I long for or just your presence? I believe some days it is you, others it is simply your presence. The warmth from your body, your heart beating under my finger tips and my hand moving along with your breaths. Which then makes me wonder. Do you miss me at all? Do you ever long to feel me at night close to you, reassuring you that you won’t have to spend another night alone? Eh I don’t know what your answer would be and I try my best not to pick an answer so instead I assume you are just as stuck as I. In the middle missing the person and all the inner feelings and thoughts, as well as missing the being. the warmth that emanates. The beating heart, the Rhythm of breathing.