SugarSaintBox

The night I lost you, I dreamt of faith. Her face was soft Her hair was long Beauty surrounded her She was perfect. The promise she whispered hung above us like a cloud. I wanted to grab it, even just touch it... but, I couldn't because it wasn't for me. She reminded me of happiness She reminded me of you... You're the one I lost the night I dreamt of faith.

Driving home at 2am, shadows become friends I see you in the rear view mirror, looking at me and I wonder what you see.

She walks along the path,the path she knows too well. The path is cobblestone, the air smells of healthand she stops to look at the purple irises, blooming and simple. Everyday, she walks up and down this path, looking for the answer to this life she finds so boring. Sometimes, if she is lucky, the sky is a different shade of blue and maybe,a bird or two will fly by. She calls out different names to these birds, but they never pause or even look down annd honestly, she is glad because most days, she is content with not being noticed.

Sometimes, when I sleep,I feel him next to me. He whispers stories of truth,of love, of honor.... of us. I let him surround me and I finally feel safe. When morning comes and he is gone, I understand he was there before I ever left. He told he once that his religion is beauty and I thought to myself, then my religion is you.

She stared at the stars too long that night.   The delusions I had about him..   she thinks to herself   The shoes she bought,   the books she read,   the dog she left behind...   It reminded her of a sad Bible story.   Him, her and the invisible one in the corner.

The memory consumed her. How brutal she was, how wholesome she felt, standing alone in the pumkin patch surrounded by scarecrows covered in his blood.

I sat on the staircase staring at the salad fork covered in his blood. Everything was quiet except the beads from my mothers broken necklace. One by one the fell down the staircase making a beautiful, lonely sound. I sat there for two days. Two days of solitude Two days of just me Two days without him. He was upstairs and he wasn't moving.

She knew it was love the moment she accepted he was not them... She continued her day already feeling alittle more like herself.