Unbearable

He's gone. And I'm unsure what to do with myself. We've fallen into this so hard that my thoughts are not only consumed by him, but they may no longer be separate. I don't mean to sound fatalistic. Words don't work the way they used to.

I can't pull myself away from him in the morning. I cross the room just to touch his arm. I think about my life, my future, in regards to him. So he has left on a short holiday. He'll be back in just a couple days.

But I can't shake this, this worry about how I will get to sleep without him. Its unbearable, new love. I cannot be trusted.