Death

Most nights you're in my dreams.

I am restless & wake reaching for the space beside my where you used to lay.

It feels like yesterday when I wrote the words,

"I lay my head on your chest. Listening to the soft, steady beat of your heart. Not wanting the day to come where I no longer hear it."

Those words I wrote were for the end.

The end I thought would be death, but there is still more life to live, just not together.

I am grieving

Cycling through the stages of grief; never reaching acceptance.

I wait for you;

To call,

To come home,

To say it was all a big mistake and we can pick up where we left off.

But I am dreaming.

You are no longer my home.

I am alone.

This death is mine to bear.