The worst parts of my day are when I'm alone
When the loneliness creeps in
And the weight of your absence carves its way to my heart
I've had exactly one day of dry eyes since you left
It was a Tuesday
Exactly two weeks and a day after you called it quits
The presence of your absenteeism was still there
Still bending my shoulders close to the breaking point
But I didn't cry
And I thought
Maybe things will get easier now
Maybe I'll cry less
I was wrong
The next day I sat on a couch in an office
And told a stranger how you had demolished my soul
A stranger I would have never met if not for you
A stranger I will see for at least the next two Wednesdays
Listened to me tell her about the splintered pieces of me
As I cried
