Monday, August 24, 2015

The thunderstorm in my head

 I miss you. I miss the feelings I had when I was with you, laying under the sheets. Watching weekend mornings rose. Listening to the rain on Saturday afternoons. Feeling the grains of your skin.

There is a quiet ache in my heart and a heavy stone in my throat that you won't ever understand.

But I will go to sleep tonight.

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