It's so silent now. Everything has gone still. I'm just meandering through the day keeping myself busy, but each moment that passes is boring and empty. When I close my eyes I can feel your warm hands moving across my skin, concentrating on my hipbones, and stomach, and lower back. I can hear your voice and all the ways that it changes as you speak - from your earnest laugh, to how you almost whisper when you say goodbye, as though you don't actually want to go so you say it as quietly as possible. These days carry such a strange sensation, because even though you're not here, somehow I still constantly sense you around me; this absence should feel apart but I think now you might be even closer than before. My hips and ears and lips and heart and everything else in-between are eager for your return...
