It’s 2 am

I’m sitting cross-legged on my bed

Staring into the dark void in front of me

Except, in my mind, it swirls with color

All I can see is your face,

The way you move,

Your aura,


But then the color starts to fade and everything runs together

And I become aware of the tears streaming down my face

All that is left is numbness

And as I stare into the darkness that faces me

I miss you

And then I start to wonder,

Do you miss me too?

And now, as I sit here at 2 am,

All I can think about

Is you...

Heather Flatley