It’s everything she never wanted—

it seems all that she missed

By Shannon D

 

The swift cool breeze of the night
glided along the hardwood floor
destination: her naked feet
Sending chills up her recently untouched body
shivers;
but not quite the same kind he gave her
[shut the window]

Sliding under the worn covers
scents of him on her pillow case are now just a familiar tease
The aroma is fading;
however the memory will not be washed
She hated sleeping
in the predicted depths
of isolation
[turn over]

Rustling around the sheets calmly but not comfortably
Never up to the
romantically
erotic
motions
of the ruffles that once consumed her underneath
[stop crying]

lonesome eyes search for something
to wipe away the dripping regret.
smearing her makeup
as she rubs them on the pillow
__your__suffocating-scent__pillow__
And this would make it the only time
in quite a while
a part of you was there when she cried.