by Wandering Muse

Created on: March 04, 2010

It wasn't a day

like any other-

It did not feel

ordinary,

unspecial.

Late summer, and our fights thick on the walls,

buzzing in my head, angry bees

stinging confusion

and painful memories falling on deaf ears.

I do not remember my morning routines,

I think I scorched my tea,

I know I was clumsy.

I cried for hours, called into work sick

ate nothing sobbed some more

stared at the vacant place,

at where you were not, and I

tried to lose myself in your fading scent.

I remember wondering if this reaction was normal,

to feel so bereft.

You didn't call me. You had cut me out

like I was some unwanted bone

some poison you were relieved

to leave behind.

You never looked back,

You were looking forward to the future

and you saw me as such a chain,

and I was left to starve my heart out,

and I felt like it was the end of the world,

and that knowledge cut too deep:

it was not an ending I wanted...

It was supposed to be

a beautiful beginning.

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