This is a love you don’t recover from.
And I meant it.
I didn’t know the steel bitter truth of it yet.
What life is without you.
How everything is less.
Food is something I have to do.
Work is too.
Everything is tasteless, flavorless.
A virus that wiped all of me,
Crumpled in the roots of an old tree,
But I can’t even see them, there is no color.
I felt the weight of those words,
“I will never be the same again”
But I didn’t know what they meant.
What they mean.
This is a love I will never recover from.
And you will never see
I’m not what you think I am.
A Burd in Flight 