The False Widow

I feel like I am a widow,
even though you have not died,
as each day passes,
my heart aches so much,
from losing you,
while you do your time.

I try to see the silver lining
but at times, well most days actually,
I feel that there is absolutely nothing,
that the lining has dissolved.

A smile may creep across my face,
but unfortunately,
it does not stay for very long.
All it does is create a facade,
to hide the loneliness deep inside.

I grieve for you each day and night,
but on my own I must fight this fight,
for family and friends alike,
are not able to or want to
understand my plight.

People don’t want to hear I am sad,
“It was your choice”
“We thought you were mad”
are words often, heard from their lips,
“You made your bed, so lie in it!”
I ask myself again and again
“Are they really a supportive clan?”

So I take my pills to make me happy,
the others to make me sleep,
all of this to get me through,
the blurr of day and night.
This will be my regime,
until the day it is again,
You and Me.

The False Widow

eraserlynch

Maida Vale, Australia

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