Red Bean.

Spring Break

It’s been a little over a day since you left for your tropical paradise. Even though it’s sunny here, it feels cold and barren. You promised you’d call me every day but I haven’t heard your voice yet. That assuring voice that I’ve grown to rely on whenever I feel like I’m over the edge.

I never believed the cliche of how time passes so slowly until now. I’d look up at the clock only to sigh in resignation that only mere minutes had gone by. Usually doing nothing on a lazy sunday was never this painful.

I keep replaying the last few hours in bed. You whispered “stop worrying and just lie here with me”. Lie there with you I did. Despite my hardest, I fell fast asleep before you did. Only to awaken without you next to me. As you closed the door behind you even before the sun came up, I realized for the first time how big and empty the bed was. Tossing and turning, imagining your body still pressed against mine as you got into the taxi cab.