Once Again
Home. Sitting in a chair once again,
alone. The resounding silence surrounding me. I linger on the thought
of the moment. Loneliness can be the saddest sound when it is the
only sound you hear.
I close my eyes and I can see the lines
of your face. Not a single detail escapes my notice. From every mark
to every wrinkle, I can see their indications with your many
expressions. In the darkness I can see the trace of your body. The
way you hold yourself, the way you your muscles tense, the softness
of you skin in a dimmed light. The way you move.
If only I could reach out into the
empty air and trace every detail into my reality and have you
manifest before me. It would bring an end to the longing that I have
felt for too long. How I crave the intimacy of you being near me. To
see your chest rise and fall with each breath that will soon escape
your lips, leaving me envious of their experience. To have the
fragrance of your warm body invade my senses and leave my memories
reminiscent with it's association of you. To be the reflection in
the light of your eyes as the day comes to an end. I desire the
feeling of your presence near me, exciting every sensation in my body
without ever a single touch. All said and felt without a single
utterance of a word or sound. This, this is the intimacy of being
near you.
The emptiness of the room echoes my
silent tears, bringing me out of the moment. The sound of loneliness
is the saddest thing I hear as I sit in a chair, alone once again.
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