With you last night.

You, with your merriment.

Everything was normal.

Everything was crazy.

Drink. Smile. Drink. Laugh.

So tired, our bodies so full.

So content.

Softly stroking my arm.

Surprised, I had never seen that look on your face.

A confusing smile.

And then my hand took yours.

You slid your body closer to mine.

Your head pressed upon my chest.

You were sweetly sad.

Like, you were just wanting some comfort.

I was solemn.

Aching for something real.

It brought me back..

To that time..

What you said about your sadness.

And how we all do that.

[We all try to replace God.]