My Heart Breaks A Little More Each Day

A tale of love leaving.

The emptiness in our texts

The lack of substance in our calls

Coming in increasing rarity

The loss in my life...

I once walked a path with you

The road was cramped and rocky

But I never noticed!

All I saw was you, a golden road,

Rolling hills, flowers, and green pastures.

The sun beaming rays of joy

And love from my heart...

Now it's the same path, but painful to walk

The same hills, now steeper

The same flowers, now no fragrance

The same pastures, now dead and brown

The sun no longer beams rays of joy

Radiating only blazing heat

The world, less bright, less alive...

I know it's all my perception,

Yet this is how I feel.

When no caring words come

Only ambivalence,

What is left to feel...?

Author's Note

If you've seen this before it was on my other account, Janeen, which I've closed and transferred those works to here.