Even in my dreams I am initialing statements, hoarding books to put away. But for a brief moment, he was here lifting me as easily as a rag doll, his eyes shining, his laugh a warm compress for everything. His kisses… proof that I loved once.
For a brief moment, I felt undeniable, blinding happiness.
The pain now, almost unbearable. My body, a foreign object weighing me down.
I miss you.