The Echos of Never

The Echos of Never

I woke up this morning,
the taste of sweet honey in my mouth,
stardust still in my hair,
the warm touch of the sun on my skin.

Laughter, giggles, and soft-spoken words
echo around my head like moths around a candle,
going silent one by one as they touch the flame.
I take a deep breath and focus on my heartbeat.

A close, familiar hand still holding on to me,
I feel the pressure of every finger entwined with mine,
twitching, slowly letting go, then suddenly gone,
as if it never was here in the first place.

A cold breeze comes through the window,
touching my shoulders exposed by my covers.
But even as I pull my blanket up,
it doesn’t compare to the warmth that was here mere minutes ago.

The warm sun, that made my hair glow,
as I looked into your eyes and only we existed.
But when I opened my eyes, the picture was different,
the cold, bare white walls staring at me like ghosts from the past.

And as I get out of bed and my naked feet touch the cold floor,
as the cold air makes me shiver,
and as the traffic noise from outside competes with my thoughts,
I realize I am homesick for a world that never existed.