Up Early On A Sunday Morning, Missing You

Faint sunlight streamed through the window, while the routine wind streamed over my unblanketed hand. My eyes roamed your side of the mattress, before I remembered that you weren't here.

Tears pricked at my eyes, but the yellow stickiness that had grown in the night prevailed in keeping back those wet emotions.

Just yesterday, you were lying in my arms, touching me as I touched you. Just yesterday, I woke at six to find you missing. Just yesterday, you came back from the bath, to hug me tight. Just yesterday, we kissed in bed, and said again how much we loved each other. Just yesterday, you told me it was okay to break the rules, because I was with you, and you were with me.

Just yesterday, you gave me the third happiest moment of my life. The first, was the first time we kissed. The second was when you said you would be mine.

And today, you're not here. You're back with your family. The family that could never know about us. And so I can hardly even call, hardly hear your voice, till tomorrow.

Yesterday I rushed to the train station, not just because your message was sad. But because I needed an excuse to see you. My skin had felt two sizes too small, till the decision to call that taxi shrunk me back into relaxation. It was as much a treat for you, as it was a selfish treat all of my own. Maybe more mine. To see your face light up, and fill with tears the moment you spotted me, made that beat in my chest jump a hundred times faster. I miss you.

I cannot sleep without you.

-Jacqueline

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