Day 45.

Daylight blinding
    through the window.
Disrupting the peace
    and solitude.
A reminder there is
    more beyond the window.
Unwanted as it may be.

Day 44.

Void.

The void is there
staring at me.
Even when I don't look
in its direction,
I can still feel
its eyes pressing me,
beckoning for me to
turn its way.
But I won't turn.
I won't give in
to that emptiness.
I won't give it
any power over me.
It has no voice
yet I can hear it
calling to me.
I won't answer it.
It must learn to
exist in solitude.
That is the choice it has made.

Day 43.

Together.

They sit together
as one,
holding hands in
the sun.
They cherish every
moment,
not knowing where the
time went.
A short time ago,
they cried
for love they had yet
to find.
Today, they smile
inside,
filled with comfort, joy
and pride.
As they travel down
the road,
they share each other's
load.
No burden too much
to bear.
No happiness they
won't share.

They sit together as one,
holding hands in the sun.

Day 42.

Opposites.

From where you were,
it was perfect.
A love so strong,
so powerful
you would never
love another the same.
I brought your life
something that you never had before,
something you never dreamed
you could have or
deserved to have.
I brought you love.
I brought you understanding.
From the beginning,
you knew
I would be the one to save you.

From where I was,
it was passing.
You were interesting.
You were troubled.
I saw in you something better
than you saw in yourself.
I cared for you.
But I did not love you.
I never would.
I couldn't let myself.
You had too much baggage
that you carried with you everywhere, resenting it yet refusing to let it go.
I couldnt carry it for you.
So I walked away,
leaving you to carry it on your own.

Day 41.

Shattered.

My heart broke
shattered into
a million
tiny
shards.
I gathered them
gluing and taping
back together
one
by
one.
Many missing
even more
too small
to
grab.
I knew that
it would never
completely be
whole
again.

Day 40.

The Butcher's Daughter.

I watched him from behind the counter
Mortified. Disgusted. Riveted.
He was so at ease, at home with it all,
No matter how much blood
No matter how awful the smell.
I watched in awe as he
Cut and chopped, filleted and deboned.
A dance.
I watched slabs of meat sway on their hooks
when he walked past.
We were never hungry then.

Day 39.

Out Of Reach.

I long to caress you with my words.
Though I've tried forever
to draw you in,
you have eluded me.

I long for the comfort of your embrace.
Though I've reached desperately
for your touch,
you've never held me in your embrace.

I long to give you wings.
Though you know
how to fly,
you've always stayed grounded.

I long to feel you in my heart. 
Your eyes have never met mine.
Your kiss has never graced my lips.