Habitual

It's been so long since
we said farewell.

losing you is a never-ending job.

Each day i mop up the emptiness,
and every night it just all comes flooding back
drowning me in sorrow.

I feel like i’m twisting around in circles
but never moving -
neither here nor there.

I want to rip the head off the plug and let the vortex
grab me by the hand, dragging me down the waste pipe
so i can just run away.

However i stay put,
painting the walls with my
conversations of grief and anguish,
slowly drag back the curtains
just to show my face.

and start the day in your absence

again.