As my partner and i sit on opposite sides of the bed i cant help but to feel like the distance is an ocean too far for me to reach like hes gone out to sea and I'm on shore and cant seem to get the courage to swim in the shark infested pool he got himself too far out in. The heavier the silence the more i fear the waves are pushing him out deeper into the heart of the sea where i will no longer be able to keep him safe. No words are spoken and i wish like hell that he would say something; anything to bring him back to me. To land so i can once again feel the warmth i know as him. He sits there inside his head and i wish i were a bug to crawl inside his brain and know what is going through his thoughts. To reassure him everything is okay. I open my mouth to speak but all that comes out seems to damage him more. I'm beginning to think I'm poison that he keeps on drinking and that's why hes so far out of reach now because he is trying to save himself. While my partner and i lay on both sides of the bed the empty space between him and i seems to wear the face of my own insecurities. The hours pass by and I'm clinging onto a hope that tomorrow will be better.