What I needed was a dark page to type on.
Something dark enough to compare to the walls of my soul that have been painted black since you left me.
God saved the right ones, and for the rest of us, we're adorned with cinder block ankles and told to swim.
God loves you more than I ever could.
As for what remains-
It's all just an echo of a viola recital staring at my empty seat.
A bowl of cold soup I'm drowning in.
I loved you then
I love you now
But I will never love you more than me.
Until I die or heaven takes me
Please don't let the good lord break me.