Lonely

Emptiness. Within my chest, engulfing me. I know that it’s a phase and this time will also pass but for now it’s just me, alone in this self-made prison of mine. I want someone to be here, to soothe me,to hold me, just to give me company; but there is no one here.

After a month of being content the space he left in me is apparent. It hasn’t been long but I can feel the darkness and the dull ache which isn’t painful but is constant. It was innocent, slight touches and small talk, yet his last written words left a hole that grows with every picture I look at and every moment I reminisce.

It was a promise with no agreement, a contract with multiple flaws, a mistake in a masterpiece...and I knew, but I still got attached.

Now this phrase of his plays on repeat in my mind and it’s the cause of this black hole that grows bigger within me.

”I am missing you a lot...”