the whirlwind begins.
a quick pitter patter of your heart.
that's the fist sign of the sickness.
then he floods your thoughts,
your memories,
your days and your nights.
he consumes your being like the plague.
he owns every inch of you.
he somehow becomes the last beam of sunlight you see setting over the horizon.
he gives you hope that a new day may come,
that tomorrow may bring an eve more radiant sunset.
but then, he disappears.
he retreats to a warmer side of the world...
like the empty side of her bed,
or the passenger seat of her car.
and just like the sun left, dipping under the horizon,
you are alone again.
left to face the never ending, freezing night.
and all you can think about is how he will leave you again tomorrow.
but it seems worth it to feel the warmth of just one more day.
