Bent. Betrayed. Broken.

Bent. Betrayed. Broken.

I lie abandoned in the wake of your flood,
entombed by the memories you have left me.

A scattering of ashes from the flame of love we once shared.

My fear was that I would awaken from this dream of being with you.

Now, I find myself alone inside the nightmare of my life,
hopes and dreams razed to a pile of rubble beneath my feet.

Bent. Betrayed. Broken.

Gone are the days of up the hill and down the hill and up the hill.

The second breakfasts of Saturdays are now long past.

No future memories to be made on those autumn days,
whispering on the porch swing together.

No lit candles of Michaelmas nor wanderings through the Christmas villages.

No meteorites zipping past as we lie and laugh in the cool mountain air.

Bent. Betrayed. Broken.