Poem 2

The third week was easier than the previous two.
I have spent thirteen days in a drunken blur,
Hoping that the bourbon would make me forget.
Here I still am, thinking of you.
The void that crashes in my soul,
The lying that inspired me to flee.
All the loving can’t bring me back now,
The swells are rising now, the tides continue to roll.
I just can’t come back now,
I have to make this journey and that’s the hardest part.
Knowing that the love died years ago,
Answering all the questions, just not knowing how.
How I could hurt you, how lonely I could make you feel.
Breaking your heart over and over again,
Destitute coming over this house that once loved you,
Lowering myself at the alter, ready to take that kneel.