Diana:

When we were together I was alone. Now that you are with someone else, I am nothing. I don't know if I miss you, or the idea of you. Your tiny hands, moving across my body like the cocoon of a silkworm. Your little giggle. Your morose eyes and heavy tears. Are these the things I miss? Or just the things I want to miss? Or is it, that I miss you being alone while I am alone-alone and miserable together. Two entities on the same path.

T. 
¶ 1:41 AM |