Revelation 9

I wake up this morning, mind still clouded from the alcohol-induced dream I had the night before. Your arm is thrown over your face and the alarm clock is clutched in your other hand in a failed attempt to rise early for the day ahead. Where are you now that I can’t follow?

You are so close yet to so far, the scent of your hair in finger’s reach but as intangible and intoxicating as angel dust.

Every time I hear you breathe, my heart breaks a little.

I don’t know how to say it to your face and I guess I never will but after all this time, I’m still crazy about you.