Endless nights

My days are an unhurried colorless blur and are a soon forgotten memory.
My nights are an everlasting painful struggle to awake from a never ending sleepless dream.
I lay breathless in my empty bed, eyes closed, the feel of your touch and breath on my skin.
Your intoxicating scent permeates the room.
The sound of your rushed heavy breathing breaks the unbearable deafening silence.
My heart heavily beats with the awakening of each sense while tears fill my eyes and lazily find freedom.
My mind paces with things to be said by a voice that cannot find itself.
Every inch of my body is a prisoner that fights to escape from the burdensome binds holding it down.
The need to touch you, show you and tell you how I feel is so overwhelmingly impossible.
The part of me that belongs to you yearns to be rid of the bars holding it in.
Visions of the lifetime ago when you walked into my life, consume my thoughts.
Shadows of the flickering candle and sounds of the night make me painfully aware that this is not real but rather a dream.
I reach for you but your spot is cold, untouched and you're gone.
My skin is warm from your touch, my cheeks damp from the tears and the scent in the room is that of a honeysuckle breeze from an open window.
My lips taste of you and are swollen from your kiss.
My ears hum from the silence you have left behind.
I wonder to myself how this can all seem so real and I already begin to dread the next night knowing I will have to endure this pain yet again.
I find myself wishing for that life where we could've been together.
Praying for that life we would've been together and begging for the life where will be together and knowing that the love I have for you was never enough but is all there will ever be until that life time is here.