I didn’t want her to leave, but she had to
It ripped me to shreds
That last hug, I wanted to stay there forever
When I closed the car door,
I couldn’t help but to think,
The women that raised me is leaving.
I sat on that porch bawling as I watched her drive away.
“This is for her own good.”
I tell myself
But she doesn’t know that I am broken

It’s almost been a week.
But the pain is still there.
I put on a face for the others to bare,
But when I’m alone,
I cry
I bang my head against the walls.
I feel even more broken now.

Every night I crawl up in bed
Puffy eyes,
Tears falling,
Thoughts coming and going.
But the one though that never goes away.
“What if she never comes back”
“What if she jusfleaves and gets a divorce”
“Am I the problem”
“Am I why she left”
I’m just falling apart.
That part being happy
Productive