This was a school assignment, but it's based on an actual experience.
I'm in a room
It's not dark, but the haze in my eyes prevents me from seeing clearly.
I see the bed
It's not hers, but I somehow know that she is in it.
I touch the bed
Under the comforter, I feel the shape of her tender foot.
My hand goes up her body
It's not sick, you can't judge me,
For she is mine. My love is requited.
I touch her face
She gently wakes and wordlessly invites me to lie beside her.
We are together again.
No one can ever take her away from me, I'll love her forever.
I then wake up
And remember that she is no longer mine. She has left me.
I'm in my room
And I am alone.
~ Jon
***Note: I was in this emotional state for a brief time, but I am now very much over it. I am rebuilding myself and my life, and I am currently very happy. Just wanted to let you know. :->***