How am I meant to bear the truth that your lips are no longer there whenever I miss them? That your hands are no longer tracing the length of my back or finding my neck with quiet kisses when I turn away.
That I no longer fall asleep in your arms, my fingers laced through yours, simply because nowhere else have I ever felt so safe.
How do I silence this relentless yearning? This ache, this craving, this wanting that seems to live in every corner of me.
How do I forget the way your eyes held mine, as though I were a mystery waiting to be discovered, while you explored every hidden part of me and left me undone, again and again, by the sheer force of what I felt?
How do I wake each morning without the warmth of your body beside mine? How do I reach for you, only to meet an empty space, and learn to accept that this is my reality again?
How do I return to a life where you’re not here, when every atom in my body now carries the memory of you, and my very existence has become an ode to your touch?
Oh, the withdrawals of coming home from a perfect dream. A dream where I was loved in the very way I had always imagined love would feel.
She Was Sea 