alone.

by heyykim

some nights are too hard to handle,

when you’re in bed,

wanting to hold his hand and

counting the seconds before you

kiss.

some days,

you picture yourself

sitting at a cafe, waiting,

as he comes and hands you the hot chocolate he paid for,

or early grey tea, or whatever it may be.

one day, he’ll say the words

i love you,

and you’ll know he meant it,

and you’ll know you feel that too,

and you’ll know he is yours,

and you are his.

tonight,

i blinked, and

blinked, and

blinked.

and he just wasn’t there. there wasn’t a he to look forward to.

he ceased to exist.

k.