Hands reach out towards you but space grips my fingers.
An emptiness felt from within blankets the room.
Silence echoing louder than any argument we've had,
I miss you!
Not because your words left love marks on my heart or your touch brought fire to my soul but because the comfortability we built taunts me.
It looks me up and down and has me questioning the reality that stares into my eyes.
I hate you, but I love you at the same time, while your love tore me apart it forced me to pick up the pieces and rebuild on a sturdier foundation.
I thank you.
While I hurt from a love I gave so much of myself for, a new me emerged still ready to love.
About the Creator
Kem
I am an aspiring author from Florida who enjoys music and painting pictures with every word I write, come take a peek inside my world and explore all the feelings that each story will offer you. I hope you enjoy and come back for more.
The Fish Song
The room didn’t smell like disinfectants. Its fragrance seemed light and not overbearing. A soft mixture of lavender and mint permeated the space. No beeping machines or any tubes hooked up to four-year-old Kaleeka. Her cacao skin seemed to glow from the light over her head. The family, save for one and the doctors and nurses exited the room like a trail of saints showing their last vestiges of regard.
By Skyler Saunders6 days ago in Fiction
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