but now
here
he's lost
in the darkest hour of night
lying in an unfamiliar place
and all he did was long for familiar
familiar sounds
(her gentle breathing as she drifted off)
familiar sights
(her glow-in-the-dark star covered ceiling)
familiar smells
(her faint scent of strawberries)
familiar feelings
(her body pressed against his)
he longed for her
and he called out for her
but every word
drowned in a sea of agony
and it was pure torture
and all he could say is
where is she?
where
is
she?
YOU ARE READING
Beautiful Calamity
RomanceLike the birds and the leaves, he would be gone come winter. * * * * * * * * * Not everyone gets the happy ending they deserve.
