Rapture...

Perpetual loneliness swallows me whole.
Leaving me here in the black nothingness your absence has subjected me to.
Eyes glance around the room, picking up little fragments of you.
Notes,Clothes, Drawings...
Little pieces of a life that could have been.
A life that might still be.

Everyday seems the same.
An unchanging ritual of automatic motions.
What would it be like if you were still here?
By my side...
Would life seem special again?
Was it ever special at all?

Those few fleeting moments were enough.
I know.
The life I want is within my grasp.
And like the sunset raptures the darkening sky, my new life will rapture me.
Rapture you.
Rapture us.