Popcorn

staring at the ceiling,

tears forming near the rim of my eyes,

blurring my vision temporarily of dread and misfortune.

taking deep breaths,

forcing the loneliness down the deep pit of my throat

Missing someone is a funny thing, so simple a concept yet so complex in its effects.

For me, missing you is listening to your favorite music because you are not there to play it.

wiping tears away from swollen eyes

yet still they leaked through

a waterfall of pain dripping onto the ground

drip drip drip

day two

tossing, turning, crying in bed

hugging knees tight to chest