It’s better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all πŸ’”

Staring into the traffic, I see nothing nor hear anything.

Yet the swish of tyres on rain-soaked tarmac,

And lights red and white passing outside the cafe

Unregistered sight and sound knock at my conscience.

πŸ’«

Our final text chat; I tried so hard to stay strong,

Not weaken, nor fail in my assurance I was fine.

‘Good. I’m glad’. you said.

‘I’m fine, I promise.’ I’d lied.

πŸ’«

Now the wretched anguish tears at my insides,

Forcing air out in gasps, I cannot breath.

I will die without you, my strength is leaving,

The pain drags my belly down, the loss is draining.

πŸ’«

I hunch forward, arms wrapped around me,

Knowing never again will I feel your squeeze.

You flew last week, to your old life; without me.

You warned me it would happen one day.

πŸ’«

The night time is worse; darkness stealing any hope.

I stare at your photographs but stop I must,

And wean myself from the blanket you wrapped me in

Life so cruel – you came into my life, now you’re gone.

πŸ’«