Staying strong

    It's 3:00 in the morning and she's still tossing and turning, feeling so empty inside, praying for sleep, or was it his touch she was yearning...?

    Listening to the rain drops hitting the window, while the tears flowed from her eyes, "funny", she thought "it's just as wet on her face as it was outside.

    His scent was still on the blankets, the pillows, the sheets. She closed her eyes and remembered his touch, his kisses, so sweet. 

    So many tears had been shed, no more would come, but the crying continued and the emptiness inside had now begun.

    She'd been there before, but never this deep. The pain was a feeling that couldn't be put into words. A stabbing,  burning, throbbing, no.. Still not close. She got up, grabbed a pillow and blanket from the hall closet and laid on the couch. With no tears left to shed and absolutely nothing left to give, she mentally prepared for the day and promised herself she would pull it all together and actually be able to boast. 

    The next one will be the one, there's a reason for everything, she would be held again all night, she would be kissed again, she would smile, not only on her face, but deep down in her soul. She will find that happiness, that inner peace she's been looking for all her life. For yes, one day she will be his wife.