Aching Hearts and Silent Nights
I can feel your warmth despite the silence in our bed
But you can't see me drowning in these tears.
Please turn over and love me
Let’s make a love that consumes us both and quiets the ache.
Replace these saltwater trails with stains of passion
and the faint remnants of “I won’t leave you, baby.”
Instead, my vision is occupied by the wall of your back
And I lie awake behind you
Hoping you turn over and reach for me.
But you’re lying there too, feeling the weight, turned away.
Both of us craving the comfort of closeness
How our bodies melt into one another.
As I turn away, you softly whisper,
“Babe...you awake?”
2 comments
That feeling is something people don’t talk about enough. Sometimes the hardest nights aren’t the ones when you’re alone in an empty bed its the ones when there’s someone right there who used to feel like home
Both people are suffering at the same time but are trapped in their own head. I know this feeling for sure