I wake up to a start in
my heart - another day
without you. Without hearing
your voice or laugh. The
day stretches out in front
of me like a long, long
road to be traveled
through the wasteland.
Alone.

I stood by your
side during your journey
through the night. I sat
up awake and listened
was a companion by your side.
I fed you and rubbed your
shoulders.

Now I must alone
get through these lonely
miles alone. The echo
of your hurts hitting my
heart over and over.
I fought to turn on music.
When I do - it helps
temporarily, like giving a
ride to a hitch hiker.

You're off dancing your
dance in another land to
an audience. I helped you
pack your bags but
you barely looked back.
The dust from
your running erasing my
magic.

Your face is still
reflected on the surface
of my heart. I pray
the moons will erase
it bit by bit until
I am finally free of
your reflection on my
heart.

Our plans I guess were
just babblings to you. To me
they were celebrations.
There's no use in us
talking anymore. You only
throw darts at me and
read the document of
your case against me.
So, I won't go to court
with you. Are you fighting to
get out of your due sentiments.
Would you stoop so low?