No Love Lost

He broke my heart,

with his actions.

He did something

that could be defined as selfish -

leaving us all behind,

with no reason

no ‘goodbye’,

no ‘xoxo’,

no nothing.

He just left.

Leaving us all behind

without

him.

Leaving me behind

without

my best friend,

to talk to,

my shoulder,

to cry on,

my lover,

to kiss.

Now

I have an ex lover,

who’s gone.

A lover,

to

miss,

an imaginary friend,

to talk to,

and a headstone,

with his name on,

to cry at,

a solid stone,

to cry on.

But,

amongst

all this anger,

and pain,

grief too,

I understand why he did it:

he was suffering,

emotionally.

He was injured many times,

physically.

I understand his reason,

even though he didn’t say it out loud,

all the thoughts troubling him.

I understood him,

and he understood me,

that

is how I know I will be fine,

that I will manage;

because he knew me

and he knew I’d manage - slowly but surely-.

Painfully.

And knowing this,

I know

that

no

love

was

lost,

when his

life

was

lost.

8.7.2020