The Lack Of Her
Will he recover from heartbreak?
Pieces of despair
spread in the room,
next to empty bottles of whisky
and photos of Pixie.
His invisible cloak
— made of self-pity — ,
is long enough to drag
broken glasses and other anger-evidence.
Granules of happy memories
here and there,
among dust
and pizza boxes.
A smell of abandonment
mixed with her perfume
and the sweat of his
unwashed t-shirt and body.
From the luck of meeting her
to the lack of her;
a route hard to handle,
an unacceptable change.
Her absence is present
and her presence is absent.
A gap full of questions,
his mind full of why’s.
Answers invited
but partying somewhere else.
The standpoint of the questioning
isn’t attractive to them.
Night to day,
day to night.
Painful loneliness,
but the same “eyesight”.
Could he see more widely? Yes.
Will he? Depends.
Cause, no one can save him,
but himself.
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Anthi Psomiadou — CC BY-NC-ND 4.0 International : Credit must be given to the creator/ Only noncommercial uses of the work are permitted/ No derivatives
About the Creator
Anthi Psomiadou
Writing, Life coaching, Criminology, and more. But I simply do these, I am not these. I just am. I am what I am, at any given moment.
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