Disembodied

Even in the dead of night when the rest of the world sleeps, my arms reach out in search of yours. When they fail to find the tender warmness that is you, they reach back around to encase my shaking body, they always come back cold, empty and longing. 

Even in the early dawn of a new day when the first rays of the sun shine through my window and my eyes grow heavy with fatigue they still frantically seek out your beautiful face in places it will never again appear. Once they realize they wont be seeing you, their field of vision is flooded. 

Even in the dreary mid-day hours,when my body should have stumbled out of bed I lay wide awake detached from the bustle of the world outside of my walls. My body is stuck studying the ceiling who's pure white rugged surface has watched our love blossom under its artificial light. Now it only witnesses the decaying of butterflies.