I have been sitting for a month now with no breeze to stir my life. I am missing the one thing that means the world to me more then anything I have known. It has been a month now since I have felt his touch, heard his soft breathing in my ear. The memory of his kiss, his smile, his laugh are fading on the passing breeze. I sit here wondering how much longer before a gentle breeze will come and take me home. How much more time must pass before I am once again in the arms of the one I love. Is it wrong to miss someone so fully that all else stops to exist? Is it bad that I can’t sleep nor eat because the loneliness has crept in? I am wasting away as each day passes waiting for the breeze that will carry me home. Maybe if I wait long enough I will have wasted away enough that even the smallest of breezes can reach out and pick me up. I have heard it said that as time goes by the loneliness and emptiness that one feels starts to lessen. I don’t know what breeze these people have been floating on for I find that with each passing day, each hour that drags by, each minute that I am alone and each second that he is gone seems to become longer and longer. With time it hasn’t gotten easier instead it has become harder to live. I can only hope and pray to the gods and goddesses that soon my breeze will find me and soon I will be in his arms again..
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