I whisper in the silence, but the sound passing my lips is muffled in my ears. What was it that I said? I lay still in my bed, a chill in my bones despite the thick sea of blankets surrounding me. My fingers outstretch, grasping for the lost words as if I could catch them in the air, and let them leave my lips again--those familiar syllables I once spoke tenderly and sweetly in the quiet of the morning.
What was it that I said?
The sound of your name hangs in the air as the cloudiness of slumber passes from me. Consciousness returns. My heart aches as memories swirl and I am haunted by your ghost. Come back to me, my love. Save me from these dreams.
[1/2012]
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