A new discomfort

As the summer transitions in to the cold, so does our hearts the strings once attached one by one becoming brittle from the lack of warmth we use to have. The passion dying, eyes aren’t aligning, the way you coldly leave me in the dark as the sun comes down faster and faster. The distance is killing me. The unknown for tomorrow and knowing only severed strings are what to come breaks me at the thought of it. I feel lost, I feel alone, I feel broken. The worst part of it is you don’t seem to care. Not for some time that is.. so I’ll write and write my pains and experiences here in hope one day you’ll understand. But I know you won’t. This is a new kind of despair one told me about. My only experience is when my parents were absent most my childhood. So maybe it’s a familiar kind of pain just in a new form of someone I love.