Let's call this- A safe outlet.
Despite the pain from feeling this numb
It seems to harbor a useful outcome:
These tears that fall are no longer for you
To cry for myself is an ample breakthrough.
Our choice was unfair;
I know that even flowers have to leave their stems,
in order for life to continue it’s monotonous cycle.
But even if they don’t want to fall,
they always do,
Two souls touch,
ever so slightly.
The impact shakes the earth,
shakes their bodies.
When these two souls have to part,
It has been six whole weeks today since I last laid my body next to yours, and I still wake up aching and numb.
I still itch for you to be the first thing I see when I wake.
I still crave only you.