Whispered Wanderings

This missing you: an
endlessly dark emptiness of soul. A searing,
painful longing that slowly consumed
my heart, then set me adrift into this wasteland; where
nothing can grow,
nothing can thrive –
loneliness an accidental friend.

Only my tears let me know I am alive;
otherwise I feel nothing,
I want nothing, without them I am
nothing.

Because this reality I brought upon myself,
the day I walked away
without saying
goodbye.

klm
3/24/24