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.
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.
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.
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.
The night time is worse; darkness stealing any hope.