If I could,
for just a moment,
I would show you the pain I have.
How I sit in this empty room
and I can’t breathe.
Everywhere I look
I can see you,
and a memory we made.
I can’t be here.
My chest is caving in,
my head is spinning,
but I have nowhere to go.
This is my home,
this is my bed,
these are my walls.
You got to leave,
go somewhere new
with no memories of us.
Making new memories
with someone to fill the void
that is my only reminder of you.
Closing my eyes
is no better relief.
I am overwhelmed with visions of you,
of us,
of her
and how I was replaced,
by the past.
If I could,
for just a moment,
I would show you the pain I have,
give you the visions I see
and wrap around the blankness of not feeling,
and breathe.