Standing
Standing.
Talking to an empty room.
Ranting.
Roll your eyes and shrug,
We’re through.
Demanding.
Desperately reach out for you.
Detaching.
Walk away from me,
But I’m here
Asking.
Please don’t leave me full of tears.
Grasping.
Holding on to what I fear is
Crashing.
A million tiny pieces
I am
Gasping.
I fear it never ceases.
I start
Masking.
The tears that stain my face
And I’m left
Standing.
Standing in the same old place.
This poem is about:
Me