There is a new box on my shelf, a new item among the crowd of buried emotions, deep in the chambers of my heart.
There is a new book in my library, the one we wrote together. like every unfinished story, it should never be told.
There is a fresh scare in my skin, etched by uncertainty and fear. I can’t run from you, you make my future question my past.
There is a light lump in my throat, yes I cried many a night. I hid in the blanket the night gave me and sobbed my days away.
There is aching everywhere. My body is in chaos. I stare in your cold eyes, please teach me to be numb.