Woke up in her bed, with her sleeping soundly next to me. I studied her beauty. Breathing deeply; her eyes shifted beneath closed lids. Soft lines on her skin branched out from the corner of her eyes giving them a permanent smile. Brown hair cascaded around her head, like she was suspended in water. Her skin glowed with summer sun. I felt the desire to hold her hand, and caress her arm. She was so close to me now. I was washed in the smell of her perfume and sunscreen. A gentle scent, faded from the morning, yet lingering still. Her leg was pressed against mine. I had never been so close to someone who’s name was new to my lips. There is so much I want to learn about her, so many questions to ask about her. But now is not the time. Quiet in the morning hour, we laid side by side. Slowly, I drifted back to sleep, her body so close to mine, in her bed.
There is a vacancy in my heart for you. But the heart is a muscle, and it mends itself, so that the hollowed heart is whole once more.
As the heart heals, so does the mind, and thoughts of you become nothing more than whispered memories which bring a brief sense of fondness.
There was a time when you were my every thought. You possessed my heart, body, and soul, but that time has now past. The present opens herself to a new heart and world.
There is a vacancy in my heart for you. But the heart is a muscle, and it mends itself, so that the hollowed heart is whole once more.
As the heart heals, so does the mind, and thoughts of you become nothing more than whispered memories which bring a brief sense of fondness.
There was a time when you were my every thought. You possessed my heart, body, and soul, but that time has now past. The present opens herself to a new heart and world.
