Of Imaginations In Your Absence

Lately, I've been living in different worlds.

In one of those worlds is a gazebo by the beach, always a sunset.

The splashing of the waves as they rush to the shore soothes me.

I can taste the saltiness in the soft breeze.

There you are, running along the berm scarp.

I smiled as you approach, as if in slow motion.

I cannot help but notice how your sweaty arms and shoulders glistened against the afternoon sun.

*poof*

I am jolted back to my reality.

Here I am, holing my cup.

My coffee is warm.

But my heart turned cold.