It is he who finds comfort within me; it is I who provides the unconditional love and support for him. In truth, without one another we would be with no purpose. I love him but what am I?
I do get the occasional visitor once in a while, ‘strangers of the night’ I would call them, in short they don’t worry me. It is just a matter of coming and going; pleasure is temporary.“They don’t have what you’ve got,” he would tell me in all hours of the night.
“He loves me…” I know that for sure. I whisper this to myself every night when we lay together on the comfort of our bed. We were definitely made for one another. Our bond may not be unique; our love may seem commercial, yet it is one that I will cherish.
Chestnuts, oh yes chestnut is the color of his beautiful hair, he could smother me with it all his life and I would never budge from my position, I don’t even mind the beard. There are two sides of me, and to my advantage he loves them both. It is whenever he yearns for a more invigorating nature of me, would I welcome him to my other side all through the night.
Oh no, the sweet and bitter aroma of coffee has filled the room; morning has come. It is that inevitable separation that I must bear with daily. I must have been lost in my fantasies, when did he get up?Where does he go and what does he do? Questions run through my thoughts like arrows through a target. Without a moments notice the door shuts. I am without a purpose.
Silently I lay there, waiting for his return; the ticking of the clock is unbearable. It is the irritating reminder that I am again alone.Even the sounds of the birds that swoop by the windows show me no excitement, their cheery chirping did not help either, it was a beautiful day, that may have been why he left so suddenly. As I peered through the window beside me, it did seem like it was a most perfect day, why could he have not taken me to enjoy such wonders?
I’ve gone through this before, as I recall I wasn’t alone. Not only was I in bed with one of his ‘late night callers’, but also others seemed to visit that day during his absence. At least they had the decency to leave me at my peace. The bedroom was my sanctuary, the Shangri-La of my paradise. Half the day had gone by, “the sun has hit its high point in the heavens,” that is what I would hear him say on the days he would decide to stay home with me, why couldn’t it be this day?
Stars have already enveloped the sky like the dark waters of the deep ocean; the waves crashing to and fro are that of my emotions. It seems like the day has stopped, where is the constant ticking of that clock? Where have the birds gone? Madness may have consumed me. I dread the thought that we may never be together again. He has probably found another. What will I do and where will I go? Abandonment is certain in the air.
Listen! It is the faint sound of keys through the door, please let it be him and not them again.
A coat was tossed aside with carelessness, as shoes were kicked off those tired feet, he sees me with gleaming eyes of desire from across the room, he was happy to see me once again. Slowly he comes towards me with full intention to express his love and appreciation towards my loyalty, my support. It has been a long day for you my love, rest your head, I am of course the pillow on your bed.
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