Burnt embers sizzle out in the morning mist, leaving that stale, fresh sent of the end wafting through the air.
Through closed eyelids I REM through vivid emotions of what once was.
Subconsciously that arm draped over my sides is holding it all together. Distant fights, silent mornings of “I need you” that never got completed because prideful lips fastened shut in fear.
Empty chairs holding sheltered laughter, harsh goodbyes and passion lost to the burning embers of this torn heart.