Without you
I am weightless
Without you
my mouth
is dry and hungry
as a withered beggar
Without you
my mind
is madness
my passion
dissolved
These thoughts
are injuries
I cannot sustain
From my illustrated poetry collection Devoured By Pain
I recently separated from my partner after nearly three years. This poem is the first thing I turned to after we broke-up. I’m absolutely certain that I wouldn’t have survived the pandemic or the surprisingly challenging transition back to “reality” that came afterwards, if it weren’t for her love and support.
I still find myself in a kind of mixed state of denial and disbelief. After facing and surviving so much together, how could we let this happen? What could we have done differently? These and so many of the usual questions that plague the heartbroken continue to haunt me. But I can only move forward and try my best to focus on whatever lies ahead.