Every Day
Wake up,
the same four white walls are calling you from the place where you are with them.
Wake up,
the day will begin and you will open your eyes to a bed but no second body.
Wake up,
your coffee will taste like coffee and nothing more and putting on your face for the day
will feel like a task too difficult to endure.
Wake up,
the world outside demands your patience when you haven't been held in ages.
Your mind will never leave them, and your heart will always beat the syllables of their name.
Your soul will feel like half a home,
like a structure without a foundation.
Wake up,
there are streets to drive where you will search for them on every corner
and grocery stores to hope you will run in to them,
and lunches to be had alone in your car,
and places to be until the day is done.
Now sleep,
the moon sits above you and the light comes in through the window and the stars hear your deepest wishes but don't shoot across the sky like you wish they would.
Wishes don't always come true,
but 11:11 will always happen,
and your wish will always be them.
-Emily Vickers