Emptiness is crushing me.
Emptiness isn’t meant to do that, but the gaps your smile filled with love and your lips filled with ecstasy are cold and lingering.
I can remember every curve of your back and vein painted on your arms but it only makes the ache burrow deeper in my bones because my hands can’t run through your hair or pull you closer to me.
When you came back to my life, you took all the sadness and hid it somewhere I would never find.
And finally feeling your hands on my waist gave me a comfort my mind had never known and it felt so secure, like I’d never lose it.
You were my perfect everything.
You took the void of the universe and made it look like an adventure instead of the death sentence I saw it as.
Four weeks went by, four glorious weeks.
I gave you my heart but Saturday you gripped it tight and Sunday it was your carry on. The things that mattered to you were checked at the gate but my heart was crammed under a seat with the dirt and stale peanuts.
While you were 30,000 feet above I discovered what you had done.
You tore it out.
You tore my heart out and now it will sit at the back of your closet forgotten. You tore out my heart but didn’t have the decency to tell me.
Now I’m left heartless and you are left winning.
Who knew airplanes could be so devastating?