Sofie-A

Every single night, I curl up under the warm blankets in my bed. I lay my sleepy head on the comfortable pillow, and I ask myself the same question each time. It's always on my mind before I drift off into a peaceful sleep. Where did you go? I loved you. Where did you go? I miss you. I pretend that the warmth on my body is you, holding me close. I pretend that the wet, slobbery kisses I'm waken up with by my dog are from you. I pretend that when I clasp my hands together, it's you holding my hand, comforting me. I miss you. I love you, I want you to return to me. You were everything to me. But are the feelings mutual? Do you love me? Did you

I live in a cold, cold place, Where the birds don't sing. There is no socializing, In my home. I don't even try to run from the past, It's crippling, agonizing, eerie, even haunting, When you suddenly think about what you've done. When you remember all the things that have happened, When the blood flows to your head, when the memories come rushing back. My past is long and filled with darkness, Like a doorway, when you open it, it creaks, And darkness spills out into the hall instead of light. Alarming as it seems, it brings sweet comfort to me, Like a security blanket to a child, Like a loving mother, like a favorite toy, Like a home I