i left you sleeping in the moonlight...
I left you sleeping in the moonlight. The air surrounding us had turned your skin so cold. I still feel you shivering next to me. Next to me, in the place where I left you. Next to me, in the place I hoped you’d stay forever. When I realized it was me, and not everything around us that made you cold, I left you sleeping. I left you laying in the only place I knew you’d be safe.. Away from me… I trusted the moonlight to hold you. I knew it was that, and not me, that could make you warm again. I knew you needed something so much bigger than the moonlight.. so much greater than me.. But I had nothing more to offer. So I left you sleeping and crawled back into bed, only to find that your shadow was curled up next to me. I traced my fingers along your silhouette and thought I felt you smile. Then I realized the shadow was just your memory. I kicked off the sheets in a useless fit to pull myself away from you, but instead I only ripped off my flesh one layer at a time. But I just couldn’t lose enough of myself to escape that place I hold you inside of me. Naked and shivering, my bones were cracking and breaking. There was not enough of me left without you to hold myself together. The dust of my bones eventually scattered with the wind. They drifted until finally a small piece of me returned to that same place under the moonlight where I left you. But you were gone. My hopes of floating through the air you breathe were lost when I couldn’t find my way back inside you. I wanted to fill that place again. I wanted you to taste me. I wanted you to feel me under your skin. I just wanted you.. back.. again. I felt every star in the sky leering at me. Each like a single pinpoint driving itself deep into the skin that I could still feel only because I remembered what it was like to love you. Then the air finally settled, and the only remaining shreds of my being laid to waste in the ground forever... without you.. forever.