Come Home

Memory

She waited for him. It had been to long. The sound of his voice, didn't come to her at night. The memory of his fingers in her hair. His touch was fading. She longed to close her eyes and see his face, but it was starting to blur. She couldn't stop it. Couldn't stop forgetting him. She clutched his name to her heart. She didn't want to forget. If only he would return. If only he could come home.

She walked through the forrest. The place he told her he would marry her. The place he first kissed her. But the memories were different now than they were before. They felt like dreams. Were they even real?

She walked by the last row of trees and looked out over the hills. The sun was setting. She should return home. But home was empty, like her heart. He wasn't there, so why should she go back? She couldn't stand the thought of crawling alone back into the freezing sheets. She longed to be held again. To feel arms around her. To kiss goodnight.