3/6/11

What Happens In The End
By Stefanie


The storm rages on the windows
but we are here
safe and dry.
Naked,
your arm wrapped around me.
I lay on your chest
breathing you in--
I just can't get enough.
Your hand runs slowly
softly in patterns down my side.
Our breathing slows.
I stop trembling
as you squeeze me closer
skin to skin
as if we're trying to absorb each other.
I close my eyes
I trust you, remember,
But when I open to smile at you,

I am alone.
Naked,
wrapped in blankets
to stop the shivering.
The rain pounds on the roof
my heart pounds in my head
my fists pound on the mattress
I imagined you on.
This bed that we called too small
is endless and cold;
but I still feel your fingers
brushing my hair back
and your lips on my cheek.
Through the howling wind,
I hear your breath.
It weaves a duet with mine again,
a silent symphony
as I lay alone
with your ghost.


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I'm a college freshman, and I write what I can't say to him anymore.