My wayward heart

cannot set apart

the visions I’ve stored of you.

My thoughts are not at rest - 

each night that I close my eyes,

and the pit of my stomach

has not been well

since we said our good-byes.

I feel your presence all around me.

The energy is still there.

I feel static electricity everywhere.

My spirit is so low.

The glow in my eyes and cheeks

no longer show.

I miss my companion – my mate.

I sit around as if to wait

with nothing to do left on my plate.

My soul feels empty.

The lover that made me feel whole

is gone from me.

With tears, I scream into the naked air.

This is more than I can bear.

Nothing about this is even remotely fair.

All I want to do is sit and stare,

wanting these feelings

to be ripped from me,

so I won’t hurt anymore.

The darkness inside continues to roar.

I almost feel hatred,

for you, me, and everyone I see.

I was faithful,

and too am grateful

for what time we had,

even for the bad.

It is going to take some time

to pick up the pieces.

I may need to invest

in a couple of bottles of wine.

I am scared,

but I must take care

and not let this destroy me,

for it would be easy

to a rather strong degree,

without the determination from me.

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Freedom from this gut wrenching pain

is mostly what I seek.

I must find the strength

to overcome my tendency to be weak.

Yesterday is where it needs to stay.

I have to leave those memories in the gray.

I will stand up and dust myself off.

Put back together my shattered world,

and stop being a sloth.

It is time to shed the old baggage

that I have been carrying around,

and happiness once again will abound.