I filled forgotten pages
of old newspapers with scribbles
of unsaid sadness.
I often found myself
curled up in bed
breathing back sour tears.
The skies no matter how blue,
painted memories
that crumple the heart.
I kept hearing timid outbursts
in the shower - the only place
where I allow my pain to speak.
Everyday, a piece of you lingers.
It kills me every time I tell myself
to let go.
The saddest truth you don’t know,
is when you left,
something beautiful died in me.
