hell

I don’t want anyone else.

I want to be with you, wherever you want to be.

Hell is not having your smile,

your thoughts, your touch,

your laughter, your sorrow.

Are we over? Are we friends? Are we….hoping for something in the future, or letting words comfort us?

Are we…or am I?

I close my eyes and wish I could go back to that night we slept on the couch together. I wish I could wake up, look over and see you laying beside me. I wish I could have hugged you more.

Hell