Metessa's blog: "One Sided"

If you were to wake reaching your arm out to me. Only to feel the space next to you empty. Would you sit up realizing only thing left to remind you of me, was the color on the walls? Would your hearing increase? As you listen for movement in hope it was me walking back to your side.  Would you search for my scent amongst the sheets?  As you lay in your bed will you miss my soft fingers as they gently roam down your back?  Hypnotizing you into a slumber. Will my silly words ring in your ears as you remember me? As you sit on the couch alone will you hunger for my body next to yours? When you are hurting and seeking comfort will you plead to hear me say “It will be alright”. Will my now distant eyes burn in you as you so search for a picture to remind you of what you once saw looking back at you. A lone in your room the day light fading leaving your body full of desire. Will you crave the softness of my body beneath yours? When you close your eyes as drowsiness invades you, will you see my image? As you feel my lips amongst your lips. As you walk among the empty walls of your castle will you envision my silhouette for a moment only to realize I am not there? When driving in your car, will you reach to take my hand to find the space is empty? Will you miss the times me lying in your arms as we talked for hours?  Will your eyes begin to water knowing I am no more, but a memory?  As my name spills from your trembling lips leaving you empty inside, will you know that you miss me.   

Would you clear your mind and search for me and take me by the hand lifting it gently to your lips whispering the words I love you. My eyes unite with yours. As I stand in front of you. You reach to pull me close. I do not move. You’re startled your hand shakes in mine. Your lips once again begin to tremble as you speak my name. I do not reply. You grin in disbelief. You came for me, you say. I step back from you. Your hands fall to your side. I look in your eyes , your taken back by the sadness that you see in my soul. I turn from you and walk away.

You hear a ring, you reach in your pocket its empty, you look around the ringing continues. Your view of me begins to fade; you wake to an empty bed. The alarm sounding loud. You sit up in bed. You look around. I am gone. Do you miss me?

Written By Metessa

Feb. 03, 2010