Upon The Waking
There are still mornings where i wake with my arms stretching,
searching for you to still be there.
I wake thinking, hoping, that maybe the past 6 months were just a really bad dream.
That maybe you are still here...you never left.
I wake thinking, hoping, that maybe i will walk out of the house this day and you will be walking out with me.
That maybe i will still spend my day, thinking of you and smiling. Reading the messages from you containing the love and plans for the future that no o