Linger

Dear —,

People ask me how I’m feeling but the truth is I’m
Not. I don’t feel anything,
(not now at least!)

At first, it felt like a part of me died.
And as any death, the sadness doesn’t really leave; it lingers, it always will.

It was a cruel joke you played,
a dramatic ironic build-up.

I’m not crying now, —
I poured out my heart and soul for you, and at first
you made me question the long four years that I endured emotionally and physically.

Like a needle piercing a raw piece of cloth, those days continued to
Bleed me.

I might understand

(but let that be for Tomorrow.)

Because today,

that is all.