Day Twenty Seven

Her skin glowed with such a spectacular radiance once, but Not today.
The perfect figure was curled up into a tight ball, seconds from sleep.
Pretty blue eyes aluminated the room when she opened them every few minutes.
They lit the trail of tears that crossed over the skin of her cheeks.
It had been a year that they had been together as of today.
He wasn't there though. He would be gone for another five hundred days or so.
She didn't know how many exactly.
She winced at the thought of the number, tears spilling from the pools in her eyes.
Every now and then, she would press her face into the jacket she clutched in her hands.
It was his. He'd given it to her before she left.
She breathed in his smell holding the jacket tightly in her grasp.
She hated him for leaving her alone.
She needed him so much.
There should be two bodies in this bed, not one.
The black sheet hung perfectly over her skin, hugging her.
It wouldn't be long before she drifted off into a slumber.
She was only moments of being away from Day Twenty Seven.