I wake alone. She is gone. The sky comes to meet me. Clouds rush over clouds, while I am still. The chaos reflected in the wine glasses, are remnants of a different world, a different life, which only hours ago existed. Do I move? I fear if I do, I’ll fall into this reality and make it true. I can’t tell if it’s beauty or pain I feel, maybe both; love is a torturous emotion. I’ll stay and sit a while, still and quiet before the sky. I don’t dare move. I wait hoping to wake, as from a dream, avoiding the empty space of swirled sheets. A ghost sits there, her feet curled under the covers.
My feet curled under me, on the sand I sit. He is gone. The sea comes to meet me. Waves rush over waves, they crash, then run away. I ran away. I couldn’t do it anymore. Our past follows me like a shadow, beautiful and haunting. The pain and the memories, they lurked through moment, thought and touch; him a breathing loving reminder. Loving happy moments, fleeting cherished moments, wrapped in agony; I remember each one as I watch the sea slowly swell. The gap it rose, it opened up inside of me and drown us, our future, our happiness, Love. On my own I can make it, I can escape the current. It was for the best. I left him there alone in a dream, I think he was always dreaming.