Besides You

I would think you could consider this a story, because I do not think it has poem characteristics. I am not sure, but I can tell you, I write a lot like this.

I look up at my ceiling in a sleepy trance.

There is nothing on in my room.

No light. No noise. Completely dark and silent.

The only thing keeping me company is my lonely thoughts.

Why do I always end up here?

Alone and upset.

Always by myself, left to fend off the dark thoughts creeping through my subconscious.

I rewind to myself, in the same position a week ago.

The only difference, I was not alone.

You were there, wrapped around my body keeping me warm.

The familiar scent on your skin lingering around.

The softness of your skin and the prickliness of the hairs on your chin.

The strength you showed while holding me, as if you were making sure no one could steal me from your arms.

My safe haven. The place I knew most.

I was always besides you.

I preferred the times we were in my bed, just you and I.

I would cling to you, stealing your warmth and love.

Now, I fast forward to the present.

I am still in the same place, your scent, the one I have become so accustomed too, still lingering.

The only difference, I am alone.

You are not here to hold me tight or keep me warm.

I am vulnerable and cold.

Just as you were the night your existences ended.

And I wish, right now, I could lay beside you.

Author's Note

Is this OK, the way I set it up? I find it to be the way I have always written non-poem stories

Reviews

[luvs2write]

Love it! I really like writing like this too, but I never know when to consider it a poem and when to consider it a story...I found it really easy to connect with though, great job =)

[Chloe]

Thanks so much!!