You

You, took all the best years and the memories. You scattered me in places I can’t recognise. You left me bare through a whirlwind of fear and loneliness. No place for trust and laughter. Tightly locked are the palms that were once widely open and gone are the white orchids of clearity. Left in the middle of nowhere, I tried to reach for air but you left no breathe and space for another life.

It always comes back to this; to me and you, to what you did and what I said, to who ruined and fixed, to who moved and who stayed. We all make mistakes, we all hope for forgiveness but you just walked away with everything.And till this day my forehead hits the ground five times a day; begging and shaking, for another reason to come along, to return all that you took away, to bring a delightful summer where your storms struck, to warm up all that you froze. For within all this emptiness and the abhorring claws around my neck, no longer remains a fight nor a thrive.