My head hurts from crying
Pounding to the rhythm of my heartbeat
I wish I could stop, but tears keep falling
And suddenly I’m standing in a puddle
A puddle of liquid memories, seeping through my eyes
Like I’m a great vessel for great love, great misery
The scent of your shirt filled with cigarette smoke, and the gentle coarseness of your beard forces its way to my consciousness
And how am I meant to be happy now?
How can things ever be the same?
I can’t feel your heartbeat against my cheek
Nor your lips on the top of my head
How much can a human take?
Because having to leave you was even harder than last time
And there’s not much left of me to break.