The air is thin.
It causes my lungs to collapse.
So much at stake starting over again.
Blood pounds viciously through my veins.
I can feel my anxiety as though it were crawling in my flesh.
My head spins.
My breath is short.
My throat constricts.
Unhappiness it lingers.
There is Joy nowhere.
The darkness gets darker still.
I feel trapped, I feel alone.
The loneliness fills my soul with mourning.
Mourning what was not.
Mourning what never has been.
Wandering back through the memories to a time when we were more than this.
What has gone right?
Everything even started wrong.
Two little ones I created even forgotten most days by you.
How is neglect love?
Or sitting together but never talking?
How is this important, when I’ve seen all that was not?
Don’t fool yourself, it isn’t working.
Two neglected hearts are broken.
Three, but mine never truly trusted anyway.
And so here we are.
And now I’m even more lonely than before.