Your words, not even spoken, travel through my veins, into
my chest and press so firmly against my heart that I can barely breath.
The pain reaches my throat and forces its way out while my knees make contact with the
cold bathroom floor.
My body twitches, my hands tremble. The pain
throbs in my blood, yearning for one touch, one kiss, one morsel of
you.
How many days will I wait for the pain to stop? How many
nights will I purge the pain out until there is nothing left and dry heaves
turn to still in my soul?
There is no remedy, no cure for this emptiness. No soothing
can subdue the longing, the craving, the need that was once filled
with the thought of you.
I wait. I occupy myself with distractions. Knowing the pain
will come with the moon. Feeling the urge rise within me and consume me once
more.
I wait. Knowing that you are gone from my life and nothing
will make the pain stop. Until my heart stops beating and my mind is void.
I make peace with the pain because it is all that is left of
you. The only memory I can allow myself to feel. So I wait for stillness to
come and you to leave my blood.
I wait.
