It's your write

The sun sinks down like quicksand, darkness engulfing the horizon.

You left the bed hours ago, but I can still feel your arms wrapped around me - a searing imprint.

You thought I was still asleep when you soundlessly released me
from your grip, put on your worn leather jacket and headed toward the door.
In the morning blackness if the room, I saw your silhouetted form hesitate to turn back to me.

Even with my eyes closed, I can feel when you watch me.

And then you slipped quietly out the door. The sun rose as I shed silent tears until it was dark again. 

Submitted by foxtrotalpha