Where do I put this love?
The love I had carefully stored,
saved up only for you.
Where do I put it?
It’s lying bare, next to my feet.
How can I unfeel the last five years?
Where do I leave this dull ache that’s replaced you?
When do I get to breathe?
My trust left with my mourning.
It’s currently on its knees,
trying to find its way back.
But as I watched you settle for something you swore you’d never do,
I couldn’t help but feel a breakthrough.
I guess I’ll leave this with the others,
on my long list of almosts.