Elapse
the sun rises. the sun sets.
I don't know how much time has elapsed since John ran off. I miss him more and more, but I understand. He's not ready for something so serious, something many have to dig deep within themselves to find. I don't know how much time passes as I am still laying on my bed, staring at the ceiling. I refuse to eat. I refuse to move. I refuse to talk. I refuse everything until he has made his mind up. I close my eyes and imagine his body next to mine. I feel my back warm as his arms wrap around me, and his husky voice sings unreleased songs in my ear, and I want to fall asleep. I see flashes of blonde and green, making me feel a little bit sadder with every passing moment. I miss running my hands through his short hair, and I miss staring endlessly into the beautiful pools of green we humans call eyes.
It doesn't take a genius to know that I just miss John. I miss his presence, his warmth, his eyes, his limber arms wrapped around my frame, our limbs tangled together, I miss us. But I know he needs time. I am dying, but John does not know that yet. He does not need to know that, because I know our love can fight through it all.
It doesn't take a genius to know that I just miss John. I miss his presence, his warmth, his eyes, his limber arms wrapped around my frame, our limbs tangled together, I miss us. But I know he needs time. I am dying, but John does not know that yet. He does not need to know that, because I know our love can fight through it all.