The split hit us hard like an ice avalanche
Both spinning off in opposite directions
I can still see her when I close my eyes
Smell her soft sleepy scent on my pillows
Heartsick. Complacent. Numb.
Did not wake up easy today
Dreams,my only reprieve, remain obscure
Trying to put thoughts together but I feel nothing
Emptiness consumes the weak willed
Hoping she is stronger than this
Knowing that I am not
Walls closing in on already cramped quarters
Lonely. Everything reminds me.
I ache to tell her how I feel
Tongue tied writer's block opacifying malignant thinking
Unraveling. Come undone.
I am not who she thinks
Just trapped in here. Prisoner.
My expressionary boundaries solid as my convictions
Steel. Concrete.