• How Many Lives Like This?
    Looking up at the ceiling in he dark, I wipe my eyes. I lay there, on my bed, absentmindedly. I know it hurts now, but its goint to hurt worse in the morning. When I wake up and realize I'm only making breakfast for one. Tears continue running, but I close my eyes in hopes that when they open again, they will see you.
    As the light pierces me through the window, I raise and wipe my eyes again. I hear a noise in the kitchen and I fall out of bed. I rush, hurrying to see you.
    My fingertips go to my eyes, embracing the truth. Tears come out once again, unstoppable. The cat looks at me as I slide down, resting my back against the cabinet underneath the sink. Our dog comes and sits in my lap, trying his hardest to comfort me. I hug his neck, thankful he doesn't speak.
    My tears come to a sudden halt as the door bell rings and someone knocks on the door...