Walking away creates 

an irrepable void.

In my hands now,


the job of taking

you back?

An undertaking I know

is too big

To fill these small palms.


I still feel your words.

They lay on my upturned cheek

in the dead of a sleepless night.

I hear the lies embedded in them.

They rattle in my brain like

an unknown morning song that wakes you.

Makes you wonder why.


Not feeling truth anymore

your words have created a distance

my strides and footfalls in the opposite direction,



By walking away,

distance becomes the monster;

devouring all that was left.

All that could have been salvaged.