Some nights I wrap my arms around my pillow
Pretending it is you, praying I would fall asleep,
Hoping that my body would believe the lie.
Then on the cusp of drifting off to slumber
I tilt up instinctively for my lips to meet yours
Only to kiss the air
Some days I walk along the path
And I see something beautiful;
I hear the lilt of soft jazz wafting through the air.
My fingers twitch and curl searching for your hand
Only to clutch the air
Sometimes when I am laughing about something funny
Surrounded by my new friends and
I turn to see your reaction,
To see the light in your eyes and that happy smile
Only to be greeted by air
I can only wait for my empty love affair with air to end
And dream of the day where I can rush into your solid arms once more.
Every Goodbye that I say from now, be it the third last, or second last, or the last, simply hurts so much.
To see a bright little portion of my life walk away knowing that we’ll be taking different paths. Even if its for just a little while or forever. It’s hard to wave and smile with tears in my eyes. I didn’t expect it to be so hard or so painful.
For now, hold that portion of my heart close to you, be it a “See you tomorrow!”, or a true farewell. Always know my friend, that I look forward to the day till our palms meet again.