maladjusted

I pick myself off the bed..tears still streaming down my face..her scent still on my cloths her tears and mine mixed on my pillow.

The whispered words We will never be this close again echo in my mind,your hand will never again find its place in mine.I can see us intertwined grasping at eachother holding onto the last moment knowing it will be the last our skin touches..knowing niether will know the the others smile or touch again.

My little heart hurts.It longs for what might of been and never will be.
In the words of Poe. Nevermore.

So sad.