The Moment You Left

I felt sold out coz you truly guaranteed that you will never leave.

When I got that note at the entryway of our home "I have left. Want you to enjoy all that life has to offer",

I was hit by a bad dream.

I was in obscurity coz recollect you were the light to my reality.

I felt like an outsider in our home

You never took anything from the house

Be that as it may, everything I could feel was echoes of void and forlornness

That your representation on the divider was gazing at me with tears suffocating the edge

That image we took together, I had a feeling that in it you had moved away like you were not close by any longer.

The clock on the divider scowled, rather than ticking it began clicking at me.

The window conspired with blinds as opposed to permitting in air they blocked it.

I couldn't relax.

Coz even the deodorizer chocked me to fever

When I fallen on that rough wooled-cover, I felt like nails pricking my body.

When I crept to our luxurious situation to take a rest, I sensed that I was dozing at the absolute bottom.

I felt like my heart was taken out and continually struck by the mammoth ears of a desert plant.

I felt torment.

Its like you left with my beginning and end : you, me, my brain, my spirit however you overlooked your scent. I could feel it alleviate me to asthma.

That our main tune you left playing on the radio, stung my ridiculous ears.

For what reason would you be able to have hung tight for me?

I would have opened the entryway for you to leave.

I would have even left with you.