The trauma he left beats inside me as a second heart
Damaging me like the unfortunate book in your basement flood
I can’t quite piece together his face anymore
But I still have each love letter handwritten, sealed with his name
Chained around my neck in a heart shaped locket
A reminder that there was once love here
Even if tainted
I have no idea where he is anymore
I don’t care to find out
I’m sorry to hear about your suffering. I hope things are better.