instinctively you.

by Gela

coffee

 

Reach out next to side of the bed, eyes still closed,

fingers tracing the outline of the silhouette left behind.

Only to be met with deep crevices of empty substance in the cotton blend.

It doesn’t fully encompass the soft silk sheets that is my heart.

Put the coffee pod inside the machine,

brewing scents of comforting warmness

two cups of laughter,

two cups of sadness.

Only one cup to drink.  The other to remember.

You are not here but you are also here.

You were never here but you were always here.

It was never about forever. It was about instinct.

And as always, I was instinctively you.

You were indistinctively me.

Prompt Instinct by The Daily Post

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