Goodnight My Love.

Posted on the 28 November 2012 by Gracem16 @TSITR_Gracie

Hey,
Not much to say on this but hope you like it:
I slumbered softly but slept in fear, I could see his eyes piercing me they were soothing eyes; calm eyes, eyes that wanted to watch. They wanted me to sleep in solitude and not worry. I opened my own to see him staring back, he smiled those green pools of pond water, those beautiful emeralds. The iris small and discreetest. The look on his face, soft gentle. I was safe why sleep in fear. My back relaxed, uncurled itself from the foetal position, my hands reached up to touch his; cold hands. I laughed, he laughed they were cold stones which were touched by my warmth. He just sat there, not joining me, not kissing me just sitting there. "Do you always watch people when there sleeping" I laughed a brazen laugh. He said nothing just watching with those eyes that I knew weren't looking away. I slept, deeply, passionately like I was lying in pools of warmth, of rejuvenation. I dreamt of snow, of snow landing on the streets in small flecks like sheep's wool being shaven in tiny pieces. I dreamt of falling into the snow, soft, slow landing.
It couldn't have been much longer; an hour at most. He was gone, he had left, no note, nothing. Just left like he never even existed. And I lay there lulling from sleep to semi conciousness to awake. I had no strength as I fell backwards; he had left. When things had been so okay and now, now he had left quiet as the night. I hadn't even heard the door shut but I remembered his sore dry cracked lips touching mine. He must have done it as I slept, I touched my own lips, thinking of his being placed on my own soft, pink lips. I turned over pulling up the duvet so it danced on my chin. It smelt of fresh clean linen and it warmth oozed out of it, I thought of the times he had joined me under this very duvet and his warmth had melted into mine; those cold hands like his cold heart.
I text, I waited and I prayed. The last glimpse, the final sleep, the final goodbye. He had left and he had left without goodbye, without promise and without a shadow. "Sleep tight" I imagined him saying as I turned back over to lay on my back looking up at the dark celling that seemed to engulf me. "Goodnight my love" I whispered wishing the celling would break open like an egg, just so I could look into the stars, wishing one would bring him back to me. "Goodnight my love" I repeated as I shut off the lights in my eyes and fell back into my slumber.
Love,
TSITR