It’s only been a week and I wonder how you sleep,
whether it’s covered in rays of fluorescent light,
lonely like me or within a new lovers huddle?
Whose life is enhanced by your insight?
Whose creativity is a newly welcomed frivolous flight?
Whose lives will be within our muddled history’s puddle?
Will she be your new pillowed cushion?
Will I ever remove ‘I’ from our shared past life?
When will this pained, incessant, destructive side ever be quiet?
Do you have a similar, familiar, agitated side, as alive?
Or did it disappear the day you left,
Leaving me bereft?
My dreams twisted,
My faith clutching for it’s existence,
My eyes searching for missed intentions,
My heart melting without it’s thirst ever quenching,
And my mind telling me to write this internal spiting.
For the world needs to know you left me alone and we can never be, are never to become together once more.
I hope it was worth it all.
What do you think?
What do you know?