The Space that Should be Filled With You

when you left... again. It tore me open, wrecked my soul, demolished my faith in love, but at least I coerced a couple words out of my pain. `

The space that should be filled by you is bigger than it is. The bed is not merely half empty. Your side is a desert; vast, scorching, deadly. I cannot walk across it without feeling like fainting. Plagued with a mirage of you. The soft desert wind brings sharp scraps of sand shrapnel into my hazy green eyes as it whispers "I'll never leave again. I need you,". Lies. 

When I took off your ring, I took of my finger. It does not exist. I do not exist. I am insignificant, small, useful only for loving you and pouring my soul into a person that only knows how to take. You take and take and take and take, and somehow I am the monster in my own head every night you are not there to turn off the light. 

I keep them on now. I am afraid of the dark. I am afraid of myself in the dark.  

Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

How well you present this situation that most everyone has experienced at some time in life. To not experience it is to evade romance altogether and never even try. Who among us could do that? Not many, I'm quite sure. As terrible as love's failure makes us feel, we must move on and try again. With luck, we'll find ourselves in love again.