Another week has gone and it feels like it's started over again.

I wish you'd just leave.

I don't suppose I'll ever really understand your motivations.
I never really knew you.
I knew little pieces of you.
I knew what you wanted me to.
Saw only fragments and tiny glimpses of who you truly are.
And I have to come to terms with that on my own.

I have daily revelations about all the lies you so expertly wielded.
Little pieces fall into place and I see through yet another crack.

Every end is just another beginning

I've hit that point. The lines are blurring.

I can't remember how long it's been since I last heard your voice.
It's fading now. The wound is healing.

I have to fight to remember the little things.

It's a losing battle I no longer want to fight.

I'll go days without a single thought and
one little word,
one little whisper..
and the rain clouds come rolling in.

I avoid anything and everything we had in common,
living my life as a hollow shell of what it once was.

You walked away without a word.