The sheets are cold nowadays.
I could feel the chill settling through my very soul.
It’s not surprising given the fact that he left a few nights ago. I was dreamless that night and yet, I did not feel anything when he unwrapped his arms around my resting body. I did not stir when he got up and dressed to leave.
The morning I woke up, I was still as an ice sculpture. I had known that this was coming –the silence after each intimate evening loomed over the horizon like a thunderstorm ready to wreak devastation. I listened intently to anything that would negate what I was thinking at least, blur the white-hot reality.
But my shallow breathing was all that I could hear, amplifying the stale odor of being alone, not just in bed but also in the future.
I shuddered and curled myself into a ball wondering when the tears would start coming. I did not have any idea when it started but I’m pretty certain I always woke up with a wet pillow and tear-stained cheeks.
It was like that for a few days until I couldn’t cry anymore -Not that it made things better. There’s nothing worse than crying with dry eyes. It’s like trying to push sawdust out of heavy, unwilling-to-open eyelids.
Tonight, I feel the cool pillow on my cheeks as I lay my head. I could hear my soul praying for sleep to come early so as to save myself from the intense emotional pounding brought on by the stillness of the night. Silence screams the loudest, this we all know.
I never heard from him again. He never even bothered to get his things. I sigh heavily in the dark, which is my new companion.
Was it that horrible for him then? Was I that blind when it came to knowing how he truly felt? Had I love him too much or too little? Did my touch seem cold or my look too distant? I wonder if he could no longer stand touching me- knowing my secrets? Did I feel foreign to him or was it that he had found the joy in somebody else? Did he see a different set of eyes when he looked into mine? Did he imagine tasting somebody else’s lips when he kissed me over and over? Did he want to hear a different voice or feel a different touch? What happened to forever? Has it reached its end? Was this eternity then… the end of the road?
I lie and wait for the shadows to answer me. I hear nothing. It doesn’t help that the sound of my breaking heart stood out like a beacon. No, my pain had to echo, scream and pound in every corner of my dark room; like waves crashing angrily to the shore –uncaring if it erodes the strongest of rocks.
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