my entries for the Construct Cup |
they took the rest of you away from me, buried it deep and thought I had lost. they were wrong. the memory of you surrounds me a constant wisp of color at the edge of sight, a subtle tune that pulls at my ears until I can’t move without you. the echo of you wakes me, the constant beeping of the monitors has filled our home for so long that I hear it still and rise to search you out, but true glimpses escape me. I haven’t touched our bed. for too long it was your prison and I, the warden of your comfort and health regulated myself to catnaps and a sterilized mask. I feel naked without it now, as I sit and watch your empty bed. as soon as I turn away, I feel you there. at night, when I close my eyes, the essence of you lingers near and I see you, bending to kiss my forehead as I have kissed yours. I can feel the pressure of your lips smell a hint of your perfume, wafting down the hall. please, come a little closer. let me touch you once again. line count: 48 Prompt for: April 24, 2016 ▼ |