sometimes,
i get up from the empty bed,
that i have been lying on for so long,
and look around me,
absorbing.

pictures,
and memories of us,
that remind me of what we had,
what we had that is now gone.

the pain,
that aching pain
is too  heavy on my broken heart,
too heavy to bare.

we are done,
and i can not live with it.

the ornaments that are around me,
that remind of you,
i will break them to pieces
so i will no longer,
be reminded
of you.