took a while but I eventually deleted all the text messages that
she had sent me, the proof that she loved me, all the words I'd
counted, and all the words that meant so much.
due time I stopped the candlelit vigils to my mobile phone, the
hopeless waiting for the sweet caress of one more missive. For
there is no comfort in plastic and SIM cards, and I was tired
of wasting evenings in the agony of her not calling.
comes a time for letting go and moving on. Everything breaks down.
But shallow wisdom offers no consolation and so all that's left
is the bitterness and regret and the memory of what once was,
and the ache of what so very nearly could have been.
when the day came to remove all traces of her; I knew that when
it was all gone; that all I would be left with would be the word 'empty'
on a glowing screen. A word to match my emotion.