I ache.

My heart doth quake.

The world crumbling around me as I lay alone in our bed.

The space where you used to sleep leaves me with wanting you back.

My brain is under attack as I question my choices.

“What could I had changed? What could I have rearranged that could’ve convinced you to stay?”

I stare at my phone screen, the blue light gleamed as I glean through my messages to see if you’ve respond to the hordes of texts I’ve sent.

My heart: broke.

Words left to speak: have already been spoke.

Will left: No hope.

Inside I feel drained, unclaimed. To put it simply, I feel .