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.