A Phantom Pain

You were a pain I kept going back to, hoping that one day, the pain would go away.

Phantom pain.
The mental-physical phenomenon where you feel the pain of an amputated limb, or any part of the body, without being there at all.
That's what you are.

The moment you closed your door on me, that's when it happened. That's when I found out that a part of me was forcefully cut off, removed...
Isolated.

The spaces between my fingers, where yours fit so perfectly, locked and intertwined like rope, now, devoid of a link. Empty canyons between my fingertips, longing for your return.

The vastness of my arms, cold and empty. Where your body would fit in like the last piece in a jigsaw puzzle, now, a piece that I couldn't get.

The warmth on my neck, where your head would lock between my chin and my collarbone, assuring that life is wondrous. Life is beautiful. Now, freezing my throat, while I whisper my prayers that you'd come back.

The dryness of my lips, which you used to moisturize with your own. Where your lips would find its way home, feeling my crooked teeth, you made me feel like nothing was wrong with them, but now, I feel as if everything is.

The creases on my bedsheets, where we both spent our nights, dreaming of our future. Where we made love, where memories were ironed straight. Now, untouched and just a memory.

I have lost a lot when you turned your back on me. When both our bodies became one that fateful evening, it was official that all of me became yours.

And when you left...
You took everything with you.
I'm but fragments of what I once were. Pieces of shattered glass.

But with little of what's left of me...
I still love you like I'm whole.

Author's Note

Please, do feel free to leave a comment. I'm open for improvement.

Reviews

[en skygge]

This poem is undoubtedly amazing! However, there's this one little thing that seems a bit off to me. "I'm but fragments of what I once were. Shards of a broken mug, pieces of shattered glass." These lines are great, but i don't think it's needed to write the same thing 3 times. Perhaps if you were to remove "shards of a broken mug", it would sound a little bit more melodic (or dramatic). I mean it's just my opinion. Anyways, keep up the good work!

[Ender Mckenzie]

Yeah I suppose too much repitition is redundant. 2 is enough :) Thank you!

[ForgottenByTheWorld]

Oh wow, this poem shook me inside. It sent shivers up my spine, and made me mourn for the loss of love. The only thing I can think of that could be done differently is this line: "The warmth on my neck, where your head would lock between my chin and my collarbone, assuring that life is amazing." With the tone of your poem, I think there is a better word that could be used there such as maybe breathtaking or even wondrous. I only say this because while I was reading, the use of the word amazing kind of shook me out of this picture of melancholy you painted. You painted a picture of someone who was perfectly content and whose life was, in fact, wondrous before love left their lives.

I just want you to know that I have felt loss like this, and you just captured it so beautifully. Good job, and please keep it up!

[Ender Mckenzie]

Okay you're right, it does seem a bit off. Thank you! I'll edit it when I get to it.

[ForgottenByTheWorld]

You're welcome! Can't wait to read more from you!

[peacemilk]

I love it so much! It's incredibly mournfully beautiful. Really made me feel something.