Leaving.
Left.
Gone.

By Hyatt

I haven’t seen him. His voice used to heal me. And, All I needed were his words. Oh his words.

I’d crawl into his bed late at night just to sleep without nightmares. My body would twist and turn, hitting walls. I’d bruise and break in sleep, with those eyes that would watch me in my terrors. But, he’d push away those black cold eyes with clear blue ones.

I remember holding him so tightly. I didn’t want him to disappear.

I was motionless beside him. My dreams were warm in his arms and nothing could harm me. All the past pains that I’d been dealt were stripped away. Even though my skin was raw and bare I didn’t care, as long as he would be there. If he was there, I could do anything. I could be anything.

I haven’t seen him.

I haven’t seen him.

He is gone. I can’t believe it.

He left.

He left.

He said he would never leave. I trusted him. I gave him control. Why did I ever let myself go out of control. He had my life in the palm of his warmth giving hands. His warmth that I held onto so that the cold eyes would for one minute just go away.

It was gone.

Did I loosen my grip? Because he disappeared.