Be You

If I am being honest
it hurts more than I can express...

I close my eyes
and you are here the way
you have been
so many times before.
I can
feel your skin
beneath my own
and
I am wondering
when my touch become
something
you couldn't take
anymore.

My lips
hardly know what to do
without
the ability to collide
with yours.
This bed,
our bed,
feels as though
it is a thousand times larger
and so empty
without your warmth
beside me,
without your hair
tickling my chin.

I can't imagine
that you have forgotten,
that you
don't miss me somehow...
but
there isn't much else
to say,
there isn't much else
to think.
Your silence,
your cold distance,
wracks my body
with this sensation of horror
and I feel,
in every single cell,
the absence
of your love.

What happened
to the nights we spent together,
to the way
you would grasp my arm
and lean into me
with your eyes so full of life?
Who
is this woman
standing before me
with nothing
to show me
and no emotion,
no care or love
left?
I don't know her.

Don't hide from me,
stop
pushing it all down
and allow yourself
to fall
back into my arms
where we both know
you want to be,
the place
you have always wanted
to be,
and I will catch you
like I always have
because,
love,
I will never let you fall
and I
will never stop
loving you.

Even
if you stopped
loving me...
but
I know
that your love still burns
and I
can still see
the light in your eyes
no matter
how hard you try
to conceal it.

I can still see
you,
the real you,
the one
I love.