The certainty that I am alone settles into my skin before I even open my eyes. I can feel the difference, the absence. I sigh, rolling onto my back and pressing the heels of my hands against my eyes in a vain attempt to hold onto the vitality of last night.
My arms drop to my sides. I lie motionless, listless, watching dust motes drift on air currents, flashing gold in the morning light through the open curtains.
I had half-known he would leave even though I am sure this is his bed.
My heart is heavy, my head pounding.
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