I walk into your room that has been closed for so long.
I look around and see things as they were on that day.
Your is bed still rumpled from where you slept.
Your favorite shirt still lays on the back of the chair pulled out from your desk.
Your books still scattered, but yet so neat, lay opened to the pages you were reading.
Holding my breath I walk slowly in the door.
My breath caught in the hollows of my heart.
Time has passed but yet it has stopped forever.
In this moment there is no past or future just a longing that remains with me still.
Tears of time escapes from my eyes.
Profound loneliness fills my very essence of being.
I reach for your pillow and hold it tight.
I speak words of love into the silence wishing to hear your sweet voice.
How I long to sweep that curl of hair that always hung just beside your eyes.
How I long to hold you in my arms one last time.
Anger fills me with such a vengence while I walk among the memories held within these walls.
Seeing a photo you had placed on your desk, how it rocked me to the core.
It was a photo of the whole family standing arm in arm.
It was then that I knew, I was not alone but stood among others who missed you too.
As if on cue, a sweet peace fell over me and I knew that this was a message to me from you.
Written By: Hillbilly Girl
November 26, 2010