Apparitions
Every morning before leaving my room, I always turn around and kiss the spot on my pillow, where your head used to be.
Not a day passes when I look at my empty bed and feel the pain in my chest, that tells me you're not where you belong.
Then I have to push through the door and remind myself that one day... one day, you'll always be where you belong.
That every morning when I turn back in the doorway, my bed will look exactly the way it should, and I can kiss your forehead....
... And not just the apparition of your luminescent face,
that seems to gleam in the sunrise.
Not a day passes when I look at my empty bed and feel the pain in my chest, that tells me you're not where you belong.
Then I have to push through the door and remind myself that one day... one day, you'll always be where you belong.
That every morning when I turn back in the doorway, my bed will look exactly the way it should, and I can kiss your forehead....
... And not just the apparition of your luminescent face,
that seems to gleam in the sunrise.