it's time

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

slipping

As I feel the cold wind blows on me. I can feel the heat from your skin, but as I look I’m alone. I’m all alone. With no one to talk too. I want to feel your loving touch. Your becoming a blur. Your slowly becoming a clear image. As soon as I get closer, we get farther apart. I want to see you. The smile on your face is slipping away. All I can feel is sadness . . .

1 comment:

  1. When I look around; the room is spinning he must be near, it seems his voice I can hear, then things become clear....I'm all alone, he's not coming home; the faint fading smell of his fucking cologne.

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