Inspiration from {Je te laisserai des mots by Patrick Watson}
She opened her eyes in the middle of the night and saw nothing but a candle burning softly on her bedside table. The window was open, making her laced curtains flutter in the air like the soft flaps of a butterfly.
She could hear the sound of the wind faintly humming in her ears like a lullaby. She ran a hand next to her — touching the pillow and then slowly running her hand down on the cold cot next to her. She sighed softly and placed her hand on her bare chest.
“He is gone…”
She thought aloud as the orange from the candle flickered on the ceiling. She stared up as if the world was holding her down. She wanted to get up, get into her top and jeans and perhaps take a puff in the balcony, but she was too tired.
She still remembered yesterday’s lovemaking as if it had happened just a few minutes ago. As if he was still lingering next to her and tracing his fingers along her naked back. His perfume stayed on her body like sticky clothing.
And then, it happened. All of a sudden.
A tear fell from the corner of her eyes.
He would always come back, but she wasn’t sure when…She wiped the tear with the back of her hand and sat upright. She felt the heaviness in her…
