“I can’t help but dream of the day,
the day we become one again.”
It’s winter again, and I’m reminded of how you used to hold me in the night. When the air was too cold, but your body heat was enough to keep me from shivering. I cling to your scent, not wanting it to disappear. But I’m still here, under the same sheets, and I’m beginning to feel the ghost of your touch fade from my memories. I’m still here, and yet I’m beginning to panic. The thought of forgetting your scent haunts me, because there isn’t anything left of us but memories. In this place of memories and forgotten happiness, I miss what we were. How you were the light in the darkness. How I was the light for you. How we were able to face the world as one and come out the other side. And my world now is completely different. Like an apocalypse happened and I’m still here. The rest of the world looks the same on the outside, but inside, where my heart used to be, is nothing like it once was. When it was whole. When you were here with me.
I can’t help but wonder and hope if one day I’ll see you at my doorstep with regret in your eyes. I can’t help but dream of the day you come back to me. Of the day we become one again.
© Sarah Doughty
Sometimes hopes and dreams
are the only things that will keep you going.
Hold on to them like your life depends on it.
[Sarah Doughty is the tingling wonder-voice behind Heartstring Eulogies. She’s also the author of The Silence Between Moonbeams, her poetry chapbook, and the acclaimed novels and novellas of the Earthen Witch Universe. Good news, they’re all offered for free, right here! To learn more about how awesome Sarah is, check out her website, stalk her on Instagram, and add her on Goodreads.]