Crashing sensations, tumbled and disjointed, hitting every nerve as they fall.
Burning hot yet cold and empty, all in one breath.
The sensation of being wrapped and trapped, primed to explode, not knowing what will trigger it or will you implode.
Memories play on your minds replay screen, then the future scenarios revealed.
Swim till you stop and simply go under or swing from the branch where the dog walkers find you.
The need to run to a place you can hide, but still love lingers and your soul cries.
All that betrays you and all you have left is a childs smiling face three days a week, or a video call.

Without her anchor
Would you stay here at all?
So tired you feel sick but no longer can sleep, your thoughts makes you angry no solace to see.
Be gone now and leave me never look back, for I died long ago somewhere inside.
Stood at a funeral and jealous of him.
I don't know where Jon went but I know where he'd been.