The abandonment of what was
Is done gradually
At first, unnaturally
I must rid myself of you
But a lover’s residue
Does not fade easily
Or painlessly
Or completely
What remains is a source of great pain
And even in the most of mundane moments
I am still made a fool
By involuntary tears
Or something more severe
I cannot drown it with even a dozen beers
Such sickness subsides
When all that survives
Is the legacy of a love once great
But in the quake
And amongst this massive ache
I know for sure
I must summon my strength
Rise from the rubble
And vow to build again
To let this end
Because nothing is more necessary than
The recovery of love
Since the alternative to abandonment
Is a life stuck in what was
And in a world that is no longer real
3 comments:
I loved this. thank you.
These words accurately describe a distinct sensation I have experienced firsthand. You have encapsulated a moment I previously assumed to be uniquely my own. I was wrong.
Thank you for reminding me that I am not alone.
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