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By shawanda Submitted by shawanda Date: 2001 Jun 20 Comment on this Work [[2001.06.20.11.59.26230]] |
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I am raw. Filled with a grief that cannot be explained or mentioned in passing. I see a couple feeding each other linguine at a restaraunt, and feel pathetic. I can't rest. Sleep doesn't come easily for me since you have gone. The dreams I have are pathetically filled with your face looking down on me. I want to reach for you, but when I do, I wake up. "Morgan:" I plead silently to myself, "What have I done?" My nerves are making me do the most unconventional things. Yesterday, I contemplated skydiving, which usually freaks me out. Foolish, flooded girl. Thinks she has done something wrong, when nothing has been done at all. When will she ever rest? I see many rising suns and moons by myself now. Every day is becoming less without you. Night after night I become more exhausted, less willing to watch the moon rise. Each day is getting easier to function, and be more of who I was before I met you. Happy. The wounds are slowly beginning to heal. I still wait for the day that I don't remember your familiar smell, touch, or the way you used to look at me. That day is getting closer. |