#more broken

There are cars honking outside. And there are voices. Tires scraping over concrete and wet asphalt. So many people in such a rush to move. But everything stops for a moment in my head. As I focus on your words- How the ink lightly hugs the page. As I try to picture the lovely sentences and how they must have formed in your head as you put pen to paper. You know how to ignite my thoughts but also how to slow them down: your power is immense. I am with you, and without you, as you are gone. I feel less when we are apart as though, when we are together: you ignite not only how I feel but my awareness as well. I miss you terribly. Tonight I will sleep on your half of a broken bed that is so much more broken without you.