Writing

I lie awake in bed

With my thoughts -

No AC and it's hot and humid.

I open a window.

It doesn't help.

I can feel the ghost of you in my every movement.

The blankets you snuggled into,

Just last night.

That feeling, once granted in 

brings warmth and a violet hue 

It beads my eyes, of now burned through 

pin cushion medicine

I’m sorry, but what does he think C.I.A. stands for? Clowns institutional- alright. I have nothing for the A, but you get my point. He flunked all of his training, but since his Dad was a former agent, they let him through!

Beep… Beep… Beep…

I walk.

I walk in my head.

In my brain,

My thoughts,

My feelings.

I look over

At your hand.

Hmm.

The more I think about it,

The more tingly I get.

Tingly?

Fuzzy?

Shaking

Shaking

Shaking.

Will I ever feel anything else?

Crippling fear.

Shaking.

I run to the bathroom.

Tears roll down my cheeks.

My eyes

Are empty.

My heart is, too.

Shaking.