How To Love
It’s funny how I lie in bed as if you were still here. I crawl in and rest my head on the pillow closest to the spring air. I stretch my cold toes into the bottom left corner, I nuzzle my face into the blankets that once touched your bare skin, I let the brisk and forgiving wind brush away my tears, and I feel your touch as if it weren’t miles away. I’ve seen heaven; I’ve seen hell too. This life is too precious to be without you. There is no guidebook on how to love; I don’t know what else to call this feeling from above.