Missing You

I can no longer see myself. The mirrored stare that once reflected my face is now gone.

I spend my time alone now, reflecting on those nights we spent together. 

Feeling your breath on my chest, my fingers in your hair.

A dim recollection of your hair falling gently back onto your face when I would pull it back.

The vision of those times flash through my mind like a slideshow. This house feels so empty now. I imagine hearing your footsteps, as you would walk through, but they are growing faint now. I turned in bed, as I always did, to touch you, but my bed is empty now. I am missing you.

H R Davis