The sun had totally burnt the darkness as its radiance scattered in the horizon. It had been two days but still the odd butterfly stayed down the curtain in my room. The smoke of coffee bringing its aroma inside pulling me to consciousness together with the smell of cigarette that probably irritated my respiratory system.
But I was stuck in a reverie of having you for the rest of hours. Squeezing my head on your chest, inhaling your scent just to bring back all my strength. Dancing of my hands in every detail of your face. Strings connecting my eyes into yours, the dazzle of your brown eyes that could only erase the smears of sadness and madness inside me. Lying down on cozy bed with you taking the warmest and tightest hug from you for a long period of time conquering cold breeze making me frozen.
I talked to you in silence as I was tracing your hair. “Love, it’s getting tough. It is getting more complicated, uncertain. The rock of challenges are going heavy and colder. I’m getting weak and hopeless. Holding your hands is too risky. I do cry each and every night. But still, I am here, right here beside you. Staying and keeping the flame of love. Still am here to love you no matter how many tears I am going to taste. Because for you, I can and I will. I love you.”
The moment I closed my teary eyes was the moment you opened yours. Wiping my tears through a gentle hand, leaving a kiss on my forehead, and whispering ‘I love you more’ in my ears. As you disappeared, I’ve perceived a text message coming from you telling “Good morning, Love.”
I miss you as the sun misses the moon.