Pollito

by Vanesa   May 24, 2019


It hits me the hardest at night.
The loneliness. The emptiness.
The street light breaks through my curtains,
Forcing my eyes to open.
I see shadows dance around my room,
I’m not tired.
But I am lonely.
This couch is not our bed and my skin longs for your touch.
Just touch me. My face. Any part of me.
Tears fill my eyes and the shadows become thoughts, memories.
Fake thoughts that I made up to make it okay.
I’m trying to breathe but all I can think of is how to make this work.
And I can’t work. I’m gasping for air, how does breathing work?
How do I become a me without a you.

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  • 5 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    Change can sometimes be difficult, especially if it's imposed. You have expressed your anguish well.
    I hope the future becomes all you need.