She Came Home For Christmas
Now that it’s actually Christmas, all is left is bleak winter. When I try to look at the windows, it just looks empty. The whole surroundings just feels so empty.
I remember the time she left me.
I had met her in the eyes and then the next thing I knew she was already in my arms. How time flies when you least expect it, when you felt that you’ve enjoyed each other’s company, when you’ve already told yourself that you feel content with her around for the rest of your life.
It seemed so superficial to me to fall in love, at first, but when she came into my life everything changed.
But then.
I woke up one morning only to find out a piece of paper lying next to me.
“I’ve gone away, thanks for the memories.”
The words just silenced the noise in my heart. It completely stopped everything around me. Choking back my newly-felt grief I crumbled, unable to get up, lost.
For days I wandered listlessly, hoping to regain my sense of self. She stole away like the thief in the night.
Couldn’t hear anything or feel anything, I witnessed what’s completely the last thing on my mind. Her smile, her touch, her presence just make me not care about myself anymore, for these are now owned by another.
Don’t touch her there, she’s blindfolded---and she remembers it from before.
But into my heart I don’t remember anything anymore. And I know this that she owes us the second she left.
It’s not me, it can’t be. And it’s not you that I can’t do. What do I do if it’s you?
The last thing I said to myself was “This is not happening”.