Misery on a Monday

So it is raining.
I think it's a good day.

When did I start to believe that?

Anywho...

The day was cold, he was growing colder. Winter was falling in quickly, and with the wonderful happy sunlight blocked out by the RayBans everything was right with the world. Life just wasn't the same when she wasn't around; when times were rough and life was rough she was the beacon that blasted through the darkness.

He wished, not for the first hopefully not for the last, that he could just be there with her. He wished for her arms around him, her lips to his, his heart with hers. If only for a moment. But every moment would lead to more longing, and every longing thought would bring more love for her. But for now, he was alone.

No he hadn't, but he had thought to. He had longed to. He wanted to. But the will was stronger than the desire tonight, and he knew that he would be with her again soon. That when he saw her once again on Friday, that when he could talk to her on the phone later that evening everything would seem to be right with the world again.

And all these thoughts would again fade away to nothing. It fades into the empty ether of his heart. And all that’s left is to burn.