The creek of my neck
A head tilt to the side
Movements oddly jolted
I’ve become zombified
The day you walked out
My vision was lost
I swore I’d not talk
Whatever the cost
My heart ceased to grow
And took along my soul
Refusing to remember
Or to grow old
But my fortieth year
brought something brand new
No longer felt sadness
attached to you
My whole world changed
The day you returned
A love that grew
A love we both earned
I’m hurt you are leaving
But this time I know
You’re not leaving me
You just have to go
Jan 6, 2018
Jan 6, 2018 at 6:32 AM UTC
The creek of my neck
A head tilt to the side
Movements oddly jolted
I’ve become zombified
The day you walked out
My vision was lost
I swore I’d not talk
Whatever the cost
My heart ceased to grow
And took along my soul
Refusing to remember
Or to grow old
But my fortieth year
brought something brand new
No longer felt sadness
attached to you
My whole world changed
The day you returned
A love that grew
A love we both earned
I’m hurt you are leaving
But this time I know
You’re not leaving me
You just have to go
My dad walked out when I was 11. We met 15 years later to talk. And boy did we talk. The lost love was found and 14 years later we are stronger than ever. But I’m losing him again as some of you know. His decision for assisted suicide is fast becoming a reality.... at least we had these last years together ❤️
