Only in my dreams
are we together and happy.
I wake up reaching for you,
but your bedside is empty.
It’s been waiting for you
for months, but I think it’s
time to confess that you
are never coming back
to fill the space that you
have called home for so long.
I search through the pages
of the journals you left behind,
trying to find an answer
to what it was exactly
that I did that was bad enough
to keep you away for all this time.
But no matter how hard
I look for the reason, I always
come out knowing less,
and questioning myself even more.
You probably left these journals
behind on purpose, so that
no matter where you go, you will
always feel safe in the thought
that I am somewhere out there,
trying to find you for the truth.
   
    
    
    
        Published on February 15, 2014 17:31