The mornings are always the same; they’ve been the same for so many years. Until the change remembers itself to me and pushes the mind mist from my eyes and you are not there; you’re no longer within my reach and all I cling to is air…
If I could find a way to still the time in the fleeting moment right before the apparition of you floats away from our bed I would cling to you forever but you always drift away before I can.
I beg of you to remain just…a tiny bit longer.
theaflys 