cynda

The sun is long gone but my sheets still smell of you and regret. I know now that you aren't coming back and this is the last time I'll ever fell this way. Though I hate the ache I have in my heart as I come back to reality I still cling on to what I have left of you, gripping the blankets where you had just been, I feel your warmth drifting as well as my mind, I'm content in this moment as I drift away