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In the darkness
I miss him, a lot. In the
middle of the night, when the sun is gone and the moon and the
stars are out, I think about him in the darkness. I let the
memories take over me, the bittersweetness of it all. I remmeber
the way his arms felt around me and the feel of his breath on my
head/check/neck. I miss the way he smelled tangled up in sheets
in the hot summer air, sometimes smelling like the smoke from his
cigarette. Sometimes the smell of beer lingered in the air after
we drank. I miss how he would sing me to sleep, even after I told
him he sounded terrible. He would laugh and keep singing. He
would rub my back and hold me close. When I tired to move away,
he would pull me in tighter. I miss those nights where he would
wake me up to kisses in the darkness. They started off sweet and
slow and then became deeper and hungier. Clothes would come off
and things would get dirty and then I'd be awake, only trying
to fall back alseep. I didn'r get much sleep on nights like
those. Other nights, I would wake up due to the nightmares,
shaking, and he would wake up, too. With one look at me, he
didn't even ask what was wrong, and he would just pull me
tighter into his arms. He brought me back down to bed, and
whispered that everything would be alright. He would comfort me,
and tell me that I was alright; he was there. I remember not
being able to fall asleep before him; he fell asleep so quicky. I
passed my time counting his breaths. Twenty- two in one minute,
once. I would count, in seconds, how long his inhale was and how
long his exhale was. I would match my breathing with his, and
listen to his heart beat. I would take my fingers and trace his
tattoos, pretend to color them in, or count his very few
freckles. The two on his chest, right about one tattoo, was my
favorite. I spent my late nights and my early morning memorizing
him. I guess I knew it wouldn't last and that's why I
wanted to know him before I wouldn't have the chance too. It
came too fast and ended to quickly and here we are now. I
didn't even have time to catch my breath. How can I miss him
so much? I guess he took a piece of me with him when he left.
This pain isn't like the others, though. They were
heartbreaking, pieces shattering to the floor. This is
heart-aching, pieces missing and feeling empty and I just want
him back for one more night. How did he get to know me in such a
short time?Is that why it feels like part of me is gone with him?
Some of these things I'll never know the answer to, but I do
know one thing. He's not coming back, and I miss him so much
in the darkness of the night, where only my emotions fill the
empty space in my bed.
Then morning breaks.
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$* · 1 decade ago
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Amazing. It's really good. You're such a good writer.