I awoke in the dead silence of the night
I was cold,
I rolled over searching for your warmth only you were not there.
I let out a startled cry
as I clutched my cracking heart.

I wilted with the flowers,
I became bitter and cold with the winter.
I matched the April showers behind the closed confines of my curtains,
when spring came I did not bloom
consumed with hot fury like the scorching summer sun
I fell apart.

then one morning I didn't wake up hoping to see you there,
I opened my curtains
I rejoiced with the flowers in the sun,
I hummed the melody of the birds
I swept up the old cracked pieces of myself left around the room.
I had not fixed my old self,
I had become a version of me without you.