It is ugly, this beauty.
It aches in a way that tastes of bile.
The light reflecting off the wall shines a spotlight on the pain…the empty feeling where feeling should be…her presence missing from the picture.
Where the day is and isn’t.
Starting and beginning…the pause between the two.
I am paused.
She was just here…with me.. this exact spot only yesterday three years ago.
And all I want is to be able to stop time from taking me away from that moment.
Disappear into the stillness
Find her holding her breath waiting for me to start the clock again.
She is missing in the space between time…missing me…the way I miss her.
Time is ruthless.
Night is falling.
It will not let me wait for her.