I cried a puddle that filled the seven seas
that night you told me of your plans to leave
Talk of how it took you a fine time,
how you needed this now more than ever.
You voiced it so gently, as you held me
still, your touch left me none the better.
Grieving you came in countless forms
wide awake on the floor.
Drained and despaired, I picked up the phone.
"I need to see you, I can't do this on my own."
Crumbling tissues in my lap, leaning back in a chair.
Cool lights cast back in her kind eyes,
silent stretches fill my time,
till my yarn unravelled,
line by line.
Heavy heart leaking on the carpeted floor.
Her voice steadying my breath once more.
I feel ready to take over, to regain control.
And with a mind unstirred,
a cleared up nose,
my hour with Emma came to a close.
Copyright © 2019 by S. Y. Kalindara. All rights reserved.
I had to take a trip back to therapy after he moved away because it broke me. I was doing so well for almost a year, but I literally couldn't function from how sad I was. I'm not ashamed that I needed to see someone, just surprised at how much influence this change had on me.