Doubt

Could I be getting over you? Am I free from the spell you have cast over me? When you left me Friday, I thought my heart would implode leaving a vast void which was once so full, mostly of you. I lay and cried and prayed for the strength to pray for the courage to pray to get over you. Was it pain that caused you to speak to me that way? Were you just aching as I was as soon as I saw that you were agonizing? Am I supposed to feel this wretched? Is that how love is defined? Must the hurt sear through your body like a hunter's arrow does through its prey? I haven't talked to you in a week. Just now was my first time thinking of you. I try to conjure up the good I know we once had but all I see is the last time I saw your face. Pain, but not pain because of your separation from me. Pain, veiled by your polarized shields that wouldn't allow the world to see what lay behind them. I managed to smile and drive away and thanked God for the strength that gave me the courage to not turn around and go after you.

Pain

I haven't talked to you in days. I'm missing the sound of your voice. I'm hurting at the thought of not being able to talk to you again. Are you missing me as much as I miss you? Does the mere idea of not hearing my voice weaken you? Tears are threatening to fall from my eyes at any minute. I try my best to keep them in, fearful that once they start I will have no way of stopping them. How do I go on doing me without you being a part of it? How do I look at anythiing the same when I won't be able to view it through your eyes? I don't know how I'll even be able to breath knowing I can't pick up the phone and call you. I miss you. I miss you. I miss you. I don't miss anything or anyone and I miss you. What hurts the most is I don't know if you're missing me.