Trials

If it were a perfect world, you'd be breathing on my skin.
Tiny kisses slide from throat to collarbone, jumping the nerves with static.
I'd whisper that I missed you. You'd reply that you knew.
I'd be wrapped safe in your strong arms and for once I'd know what it was like not to be so cold, shivering in my heart of stone.
Soft hair, gentle lips, words priceless in my ears.
Peace inside a fortress of sheets.
But you're not here.
You're not even a phone call away.
I don't think you're coming back.
But I'll stay here.
So honey if you need me, you know where to find me.
I'm not the one who left.