Ice Cold

I woke up to the awful sound of the alarm.

As I climbed out of bed, I felt such emptiness, pain in my chest
and an unbearable ache in my head.
It was so cold. Ice cold. I nearly froze.

He wasn't here...

I kept wishing for each day to end and hoped he would appear by the next.
Days felt like weeks. Something was missing. I missed him.

I did something unusual. Something that is so not like me:
I went to sleep early to escape reality.
I wanted to see him in my dreams to be free.
Free of fear and insecurity.

Weaving his web across my mind all the way down to my heart....
It's done. I won't run. I don't think I would have the courage to try.