Week 24

It is dark in here,
deep and dark
yet strangely comforting.
The shadows are hugging me,
massaging my neck,
my stiff shoulders,
massaging the thought of you
away from me.

Dear God, I miss you
or at least
miss the way you made me feel,
brilliant,
beautiful,
alive.

Now I am a leaf
at the end of autumn,
floating on a pool
of half glass,
waiting to drown,
waiting to breathe,
staring up at the pristine sky
wondering what if,
what is,
what will be.

And I know it won't be for me.
So I wait here in the shadows,
wait with my eyes open.
Maybe one day I will feel again.
Not today,
but some day.