Red tail-lights reflect off the road in the rain.

And I don't want to get over this loss,
this space that's left empty is not a void waiting
to be filled
with a new love, a better drug, or another distraction.

The vacancy that remains,
measured by your worth,
which you cut and carved, scarred into my heart will stay empty and cold,
borders rough-edged,
Showing off the pride in my loss.
Cherished, enduring, welcome.