The Space Is Still There

Wednesday morning, 3am.

I roll over, and look out the window.

The stars are still there. This is good.

I roll back.

The empty space is still there. This is no good.

I reach out into the space, try and fill it with myself. It is not the same.

Nothing is the same.

I pull the pillow down to fill the space. It is not the same.

But it is... similar. The pillow still holds her scent. Perhaps it will be enough.

I hold the pillow close to myself, feel it grow warm with my touch.

It is not the same.

Her smile plays across the surface of my mind, dancing through my thoughts like she would.

I kick at the pillow, pushing it out of the bed. I roll over in a huff, eyes shut tight.

When they open, she is gone from my mind.

But so are the stars.

This is no good. No good. No.