There is the sort of pain
which makes everything sharper,
clearer,
more focused.
And then there is this:
blurred lines, dulled senses,
waiting for you to whisper when you never will again,
seeing a shadow and waiting for the toes on your feet to appear and announce your body,
waiting for you to come home when your side of the bed is empty,
to hold me in my sleep,
to tell me you love me in real time
and not in dreams or memories
which are all I have left now.
