hands

your pillow smells like you

i dont sleep anymore

i can still feel your heat

i remember the sun

shining on your skin

your smile was large

i lay upon your chest

soaking in your smell

i can feel your hands

i touch the stone

resting over you

the weight of reality

soon i can feel my stone

i will lay close to you

but not close enough

i can still feel your hands

Reviews

[Paul Seaman]

really really sweet. the stone of reality. darn, why is it in the bed !!!

[anna]

Thanks! Oh, it's about a couple where one has died and is under "the stone of reality" a.k.a their grave stone. this is the partner's feelings about them dying and how soon they too will be with them under the "stone of reality" ...

[Paul Seaman]

interesting, as a widower I can certainly grasp that one...

[anna]

Ah.. Yes.. Did I capture it correctly?

[Paul Seaman]

A very important part of it ..

[anna]

Thank you.

[Enigma]

This actually piqued my interest a lot more than I thought it would. I really enjoyed reading this, especially because of how it all tied together in the end.

Nice write xo

[anna]

Oh, thank you. c::