It was late. So very late… How many hours had passed since my last wink of sleep? Oh it’s not important. Not now. Let’s just do this while I still can. I need my life back. Take a deep breath, “you’ll be okay” I tell myself. Myself asks me “how are you so sure?”


It was over before I knew it. Before I could construct a complete thought.
Before I could express any emotion.
It was over before I could bring myself to speak.
Before I could wipe away my titanic tears.
How can that be? How can what we had for so long be erased in a swift second?
It took less than a minute, less than eight words to destroy twenty-eight months.

And now all I have left is this unfamiliar malady.
The tight knot in my stomach keeps me from breathing. The heaviness in my arms drags me closer to the hell in which I am already immersed. My legs shake with the fear of a tomorrow without you. Existence has become a miserable task. I am confused and lost. What happened? Where did it go so wrong? And why does it still matter?
If what we had was not real, and I am yet to experience it truly, then is this pain a prerequisite to love? These questions, they do nothing for me tonight.

I need air.


The cold, winter sky welcomed my slaughtered spirit. Soon it would be morning. Everything around me was pure, innocent and white. I sat there on a bench, as the snow cascaded down to earth, settling on my face.
I sat there, waiting patiently, to be consumed by your love, your anger.

I will miss you.

The forgotten friend finally arrives
Hold my hand, take me away.