You wrote me once that I was the most important, most loved person in your life.
How did we get from there to here?
You never gave me an answer.
You said you needed to be alone.
But your keeping me in your life too
In suspended animation.
I cling to every crumb of friendship and affection you send my way.
Like an addict I’m hooked on you.
Desperate for a taste of the past.
The past were I felt safe and loved.
But now what you give me leaves a bitter taste.
Like ashes in my mouth.
It reminds me of the bridges you burned, and every part of me that crumbled when you left.
I’m still derelict.
I keep starting the rebuild only to realise the damage runs deeper than I thought.
I need to let things settle,
until I’m sure the cracks won’t get deeper.


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