Change

I felt so safe once,

I wrote poems of love and admiration,

The love is still there and yet she is not.

The chasm I feel was once filled with joy and laughter,

Now there is only pain,

The hate I feel for myself for letting her go has taken the place of my happiness.

Who can say if I will ever recover,

There is no rulebook for this suffering,

I just hope that I can survive.

Perhaps I should have kept my poetry for happier times,

It makes for better reading,

But a format I used when I was a happier man,

Is something I turn to now to try and save the person I used to be.