Alone with this
bruised and broken
crushing weight
devastates
everything within
forsaken and weary in this
guilt I wear
habitually tied to myself
I find no
joyful recourse
knotting our moments together
love lost in the disarray of
memories and “should have beens”
neglecting
once held
peace which now alludes me in frantic paces
questions quietly weigh down my thoughts
rampant disillusionment seeks me out
suffering through sleepless nights
tormenting myself with
“Until we meet again” and
vivid imaginations of
what I could have done (or said)
Excerpts to what I had begun
yielding a different outcome yet knowing in the end the answer lies in
zilch
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