Separation and distance from the one I value most has become a cruelly habitual notion that I struggle to contend with every waking moment. What once was a sacred relationship has been twisted and mangled into an invisible rift that, like a magnet, only repels me from what I yearn for more than any other thing.
I lie alone, when the sun has died and the moon has become animate, when the darkness has vanquished the comforting light. I lie alone, and I reminisce about days that make me smile through the hardened exterior, make warm thoughts course through my head and make me want to seek out the diminishing light. Dishearteningly, salty drops of weakness begin to form around my eyes and the engulfing black twilight returns to drag me deeper than ever.
I’m nothing but alone.