Will doodling help? Maybe it will. Maybe
not, I’ll draw some pictures for you. At least I can try.
It was something to be around him, to be his. Bliss? She knew she was home when she lay on his shoulder playing with that one lone strand of
hair on his left arm.
‘You snore!’ He complained every morning and then he’d embrace
her and whisper quietly in her ears, ‘but you still are the cutest’.
They fought every night. They made
love every morning. Bodies always found each other; translating the love that
their minds weighed down upon. This was not going to last, it was obvious, a
death knell could be heard softly just before the road turned; but they clung
onto that last strand of laughter, that last meal together, that last walk by
the beach, that last hug.
“You know I am working and then
suddenly this need gets hold of me, I feel uneasy as if a certain part of me is
missing, as if I am suddenly empty…I take a deep breath, feel my sweaty hands
and realize I am longing for you…I miss you”
