Empty

There is a part of me that died that day.
To watch you leave tore my heart… unrepairable.

Breath drawn from my lungs,
Light stolen from my eyes,
Pulse pulled from my heart.

Your leaving was more than a simple action — you were here, and now you’re not.

Your leaving was epic wreckage,
More than my soul can manage,
Beyond my will to carry on,
Designing now, the defeat of my capacity to love,
Ever… again.

What’s left?

An emptiness beyond measure…
As if a summer night lost her stars,
As if the very vibrancy and beauty of every
Peony that ever bloomed,
Taken.

This emptiness cannot be filled.
Simply, I am lost without you.

Please… come to me.

 

© 2017 W. C. Stacia, Jr.

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