Here I am,
sitting on my own.
Dark room.
My aching soul.
Aware that
you belong to the past—
somehow
it brings ease to my wounded heart.
Glad you are not here;
the world feels haunting,
and I am full of fear.
I was lost in my misery,
couldn’t see
the door waiting there.
Heavy chest.
Shaken breath.
Your memories
make me freeze.
You were
the light of my soul.
I wish
the truth had never been told.
Feb 16
Feb 16, 2026 at 10:30 AM UTC
Here I am,
sitting on my own.
Dark room.
My aching soul.
Aware that
you belong to the past—
somehow
it brings ease to my wounded heart.
Glad you are not here;
the world feels haunting,
and I am full of fear.
I was lost in my misery,
couldn’t see
the door waiting there.
Heavy chest.
Shaken breath.
Your memories
make me freeze.
You were
the light of my soul.
I wish
the truth had never been told.
After the Truth
