Insomnia

At night I lie awake.

I watch the fabric like darkness cover every inch of my room.

My mind fills the space with incessant thoughts. These thoughts paint their images on a canvas behind my eyes, and I'm forced to watch them play as I'm trapped in their theatre. Often, I'm shown memories of us.

I see the way you smiled at me: eyes bright like the sun, teeth gleaming white, and the faintest wrinkle above your nose. You looked so peaceful. As if my presence made you feel that this world we live in was full of good but, we knew that it wasn't so. I still remember the way we kissed. Like a dance, our lips moved as one. Pressed close together, we breathed each other in. I committed your scent to memory so that on nights like this, I'd lie awake in my bed imagining that you were lying next to me. Oh, how I wish you were lying next to me. And I still remember the smoothness of your dark skin. My fingers ran over every ridge of your muscles as I left a trail of kisses. Your fingers wrapped themselves up in my hair and massaged my scalp; occasionally pulling me further on my exploration of you. I've committed your body to memory too.

I still remember... A tear falls down my face and I touch my damp cheek. In that instant the images fade away and I'm left staring into the darkness once again.