When you left

 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.