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By wolfscreamer Date: 2003 Nov 21 Comment on this Work [[2003.11.21.20.36.7448]] |
| I sit here in the small after midnite hours of a Friday,a chilled glass of Blossom Hill wine in hand and an assortment of after midnite music in the headphones.I seem to do this a lot nowdays,it has become an uneasy reason not to go to what has become the unwelcoming expanse of pillows and sheets that make up what was once an emotional and tactile wonderland of experiences.There is in this world nothing to compare to the feeling of warmth,the feeling of love,the softness,the scent,the sound of her breathing next to you at night.I have tried to convince myself that I don,t miss these things but I do,I miss them badly.It was easy to say HEY I,ll bounce back,there are others out there,yes there are but the ghosts remain.This is one area of life I can talk the talk but can,t walk the walk.I miss you. |