Ghost of You.
I hear your footfalls traveling the length of the room. Your hands shuffling through a stack of paperwork on the coffee table, looking for any mail that may have come addressed to you-- even though you don't really live here. I hear the creak of the floor boards as you walk across them, and I smile to think how you always used to say I was quiet as a mouse, simply because I remembered which were loose.
You shuffle through your pocket, find what you're looking for, a small gold key. You place it in a bowl full of candy, where you know I'll find it.
I hear you trying to be quiet, and I can hear you. I contemplate ruining your fairytale by 'waking up' and confronting you. I secretly hope you taking things out of your pockets means soon you'll climb into the warm comforters I'm wrapped up in, and let me listen to you breathing.
I hear you walk up beside me, and pause. I can almost see you through my eyelids, looking down at me, thinking of how peaceful I look, how beautiful I am. I reach up to touch you, I open my eyes, hoping to see your smile again.
But by then, you were already gone. And now my dreams are shattered.
You shuffle through your pocket, find what you're looking for, a small gold key. You place it in a bowl full of candy, where you know I'll find it.
I hear you trying to be quiet, and I can hear you. I contemplate ruining your fairytale by 'waking up' and confronting you. I secretly hope you taking things out of your pockets means soon you'll climb into the warm comforters I'm wrapped up in, and let me listen to you breathing.
I hear you walk up beside me, and pause. I can almost see you through my eyelids, looking down at me, thinking of how peaceful I look, how beautiful I am. I reach up to touch you, I open my eyes, hoping to see your smile again.
But by then, you were already gone. And now my dreams are shattered.