You lay beside me.
I thought you looked beautiful
in your seemingly peaceful sleep.
I loved the scent of you,
I loved the sound of your breathing,
the warmth of your flesh on mine.
I listened to your dreams,
and listened to your snores,
and watched you turn and sprawl,
as I slipped quietly into an abyss.
It would be our last, this night.
I would walk to the window,
look out into the dark night,
and wish the sun would never rise.
You waved quietly.
I thought you looked beautiful,
even as you wore a plastic smile
(as you liked to call it when I did).
You looked down, you looked away,
and never looked back.
It would be forever
before I found comfort
in your absence beside me.
But forever passes with the wind
as did our dreams, our fantasies.
Benie is a poet and fiction writer, living in Nairobi, Kenya. He shares thought-provoking discussions, and occasionally does spoken word poetry and plays. Benie is also a freelance content and article writer. A dreamer, he realizes a world of possibilities through stories and explores life in poetry.