tears

it has been three days since the end,

and i have cried all the tears i could muster.

i choke back sobs under my blanket,

heaving with the realization that you are no longer mine.

i want to beg on my hands and knees,

tell you that this can work,

because it has always worked.

i was going to marry you in the spring,

beneath oak trees and Spanish moss.

childhood sweethearts turned beautiful family.

four cats and a quaint dollhouse on a hill.

i wish the earth stopped spinning

so i could catch my breath.