• He's gone...
    The realization finally sunk in
    I glance around the room, dust laying still where all his stuff used to be
    I sigh, seeing the lost shadows
    The room hasn't really changed, still filled nicely
    But it feels so empty
    So...
    Nude without his smile to light up the room

    So cold to the world I move around the house,
    Stepping into the room we used to sleep in, for the first time in weeks
    I break down into tears as I spy his favorite jacket laying vacant on the bed
    My hands grope it and there it's bundled up to my face, his scent swarming around me
    Shaking I put it on, the tears rolling fluidly down my face
    I look down at my pitifully bare feet, pale still through the layers of dirt
    I haven't been able to get myself to shower since he left
    A knock rings through the empty house and I walk to the door
    Still not bothering to even run the brush through my hair

    The door pulls open
    And his face is shown
    He asks,
    "Is that my jacket?"
    And all I can do is cry and nod
    I feel his arms wrap around me and he cries too
    Through the tears I hear,
    "I've missed you too,"