On the 14th

Clocks on the wall are ticking away

minutes, days, weeks of the silent emptiness you've left behind.

The hole you left in my chest filling,

spilling with sighs,

                        stirring.

Uneasy, I walk the streets wordlessly,

Keeping my eyes to the ground, 

Gulping the bitterness of betrayal -

I fear the strangers around me; 

they don't deserve

The stare of my eye. What

if their warmth just a lie?

                                    like yours...

I pray. I pray every night for the peace of your mind,

For the happiness you might find. And you do, 

In your play, your games - the old shoe. 

You're fine.

I banish you from my thoughts,

Surrounding myself with sterile silence,

But despite all the pain you caused,

and the fear you brought, and

the nightmares that haunt the back of my eyelids 

I still miss you. 

Oh you.