These Words

The feelings remain

But these words sometimes help 

Creating a temporary diversion

Perhaps.

A new chapter to a story 

Much easier for the heart to understand.

When this is too much 

Or I see your face again,

The way your blue eyes shine in the sun.

The lump in my throat 

As I write these words,

Afraid to cry in an empty house. 

I seek shelter 

Beneath an umbrella of exaggeration

Constructed of empathy and fake memories 

That serve no purpose,

When once I stood safe and blissfully unaware 

In a perfect world 

Next to you.-