I sit alone…
Feeling the cold caress of the sweet-smelling November rain on my cheek…
A solitary tear rolls down my cheek.
Sad as my heart.
I sit alone, reflecting on the cold dark void that is my soul.
What I lived for has been ripped from my grasp.
As I dream of you yet again,
Those dreaded words ring through my heart,
Reverberating through what is left of my soul.
I will never forget them.
They turned my soul inside out.
To a big black hole.
Because everything is nothing.
For you were my everything.
And now I am nothing to you.
I’ll still smile.
I’ll still wear my silly grin.
I’ll pretend it’s ok.
But will I ever be?
The pain will fade.
But the scars will stay.
In the end I’ll be ok.
Bahala na.
Come what may.