The day you left, I confronted my demons.
They were mine, none yours.
The day you left, I shattered.
Fragments of my heart; you walked out with yours, intact.
Two weeks gone, and you still haunt me.
I see your face in crowds, and freeze for a moment.
Two weeks gone, and we walk past each other and pretend you’ve never held my hand, or heart.
Your gaze, unblinking. Mine, blurred.
Today, I pick myself up.
I leave us behind; the idea I held on to in my dreams, only to wake up alone.
Today, I don’t break when I see your face on the way to the café.
I look right through you.