The Blood & The Bones

I did not wake up in a place like this today. Instead, I woke up alone, in a dreary room. The sound of the garbage truck making stops at each cookie cutter house that fills my neighborhood is my alarm clock. The side of the bed where I want you to be, where, in a hazy dream filled state I almost feel you there, is instead, filled with unfolded laundry. The laundry I would’ve gotten to if I’d not forced myself to bed to forget this emptiness for awhile. A sliver of light that fills the crack in the curtains tells me I have to roll over, put my feet on the floor and that I could not reach for sleep again to find you. I must begin another day without you. Another day of coffee and work and forced smiles and so goddamn much pretending that I am content to move through the hours alone. But, I am not. I am not heartbroken. No. Not for someone who is no longer here. Instead my heart is breaking for the unknown. These dreams, these wishes .. they are for a person I’ve never met. My someone. My person. The one I am looking for. The one who is looking for me. But, I am so very tired of searching. Please, if you see this, won’t you come home?

LL