Weakness
I called for you in the night
you were long gone
far away
I reached for you in the dark
and searching fingers found
Only soft sheets
closed around yeilding cushions
emotions, memories
I can still smell you on my pillow
tears fill
that empty space which you should occupy
doubts fill my head
my heart is still clinging to your name
arms around a pillow
wishing it were you
I feel as though a child
abandoned
alone
unprotected from the vastness
that is the night
If I fell to my knees calling your name,
would you pick me up?
Or leave me
to
whimper my love to the wind?