It hits me hard
like a brick wall
crushing me inside out
enveloping my body
with each mighty blow

Sorrow is the horrible truth
to my existence
and recovering
from each time
It forcibly knocks me down
Is my own cross to bear

I walked away.

I am my own worst enemy
for continuing
to keep you close
torturing myself
with your images
and our fondest memories
whenever I feel the slightest form of love
It seems
as time goes on
It only gets harder
because I’m over here
  
                                    and you’re over there.