The smoke lifts up its head and proceeds in a straight line.
No swirls.
No curls.
Dead straight.

As the ash drops, staining the carpet I realise what a waste these lonely moments are.
Silent, numb, sad moments of crawling time that seems to speed up only when the phone rings.

Is it her, I gamble with my self drawing lots and placing bets .

We have a winner!

The room starts to radiate with orange auras, the plants seem to grow taller and the stench of a hardened soul evaporates swiftly only to be replaced by a memory of her fragrance and the aroma of her body next to mine. Pure lust envelopes me with imploding bursts of emotions as my mouth struggles to speak a greeting….

Hello.

A whole galaxy of memories flood my senses..audio visual sensory overload. from the first kiss to the uncomfortable farewell. Its only been three days since she’s gone…..she should be back in a couple more.

Then why do I feel drained and unworthy of life.
Why does the cold air in my house bite me as I stay awake in my sleep.
Why does the water feel like dry thorns.

Patience I convince my self is the cure to the disease.
Patience is the calm way of approaching the void.

Patience can go to hell.

I miss her terribly.

Period.