The Day After

I turn over, he is gone but, his scent and his pessence lingers. My body recalls all that was done while my heart recalls all that was said. I feel his energy coursing through me on levels unbeknown to any man walking in this realm. I hear his voice in my ears, his breath on my skin and when I close my eyes..... he's right next to me. He uses words that were crafted by the Gods...... putting them together to start a fire near the frozen wall in me, because that's where the best part of me lives. As he exhales..... I inhale.... feeding off his life like there is no more to come and he does the same. The room feel so vast and the world so empty. Nothing is in existence outside of us in this room.
I turn over, he is gone but, he explored the earth which is I and has taken the best part of me for himself. I don't fight because I want him to have it, he deserves it. and what he has replaced it with is all that I've want and thought I saw in others. even in the facts that we are both unfamiliar with there is a knowing..... a sense that all will be made clear in time. The emotion that binds us is in its rarest form, so much so that it may never be understood nor confided to any of the statutes that limit man.
I turn over, he is gone......... but I am with him.