Seen

An umbrella lying like a broken bird

walking home wishing for escape

Yes I'd be completely lying now if I said I don't miss him, and what he, us, meant to me. A love that was so true it hurt, that I would do anything for, who would return that knowing nothing was being counted nor would it be 'unfair'. To have that trust, that beauty, connection and magic again when all I seem to get is some shallow, some hollow. Is this because I keep closing inside? How did I lose focus so fast?

Because I am, essentially lost