Absolutely lovely.
Their footsteps lingered in between the hotel rooms while blush fevered their skin, as anxious hands explored new destinations.
This was two nights ago.
Two nights before I awoke to used sheets. Two nights before my earnest heart felt its first ache of a splinter. Two nights before your presence no longer lingered in my bed; for all that was left were the cool comfort of a used pillow and a forgotten scarf.
But, there was none.
There mustn't have been the fear of oblivion, because you made it so that you were ac-quaintly aware of your physical well being. Especially during our share of heated breaths alongside beating hearts.
Now, I don't know what to feel exactly.
It is almost as if I feel my shadow hovering over my shoulder, while whispering in my ear muted thoughts. Muted, by your echoing silence.
Similar to an endeavoring storm, with the aftertaste of a lingering lust, you were the creamer to my coffee.
Too bad I prefer my coffee black.
Now, don't you see that this addiction of mine has grown? My fond being can now be content without the discourage from your wondrous soul.
As a blooming flower, I will now wander to numerous florists; who will then admire my petals and accept my in-differences as part of being unique.
Doesn't that make you think of your impulsive and impatient past decisions? Hopefully, this occurs to you while processing the truth behind all of this dismay that surrounds your universe.
And may be someday, when I have replaced my cool, used sheets; erased our soft delicacy''s and have accepted your uncertain ambivalence; may I have found a great land of peace.
Just because at one point in time, I had needed you more than you needed me, does not mean that that time is now.
Lovely.
As time passes by our restless bodies, we are gifted with the treasure of thoughts. But, the real treasure is ours for the keeping.
For,
I am home,
I am loved,
I am cherished,
I am Home, my dear.
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