Empty Bottle.


I used the last of my Diesel today.

A birthday gift from you, two years ago.

When we were happy…

I dropped the bottle in the recycling and wept bitter scolding tears, that burned my face in the December cold.

A simple task, so painfully hard to do, as if I were somehow throwing one more broken piece of myself, of what was you and I, away.

Nowhere near as easily as you let me go.


6 thoughts on “Empty Bottle.

      1. I can’t compare my past pain to yours, but I can sympathize. A few years ago I was the one left in desperation and two years later I couldn’t be more grateful. Relationships end, but that’s the risk when falling in love. Don’t forget to breathe. πŸŒ™

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