I could write you letters,
Expressing all this grief;
But what purpose would that serve,
For all I feel is guilt and anger and guilt.
It’s a cycle, where the tyres often give out,
And the spokes like my emotions- in constant motion
This journey though, is hard and treacherous,
But your memories are loving and beautiful.
Yet my mind struggles to see the positive side,
And that’s why I’m stuck here, without you by my side.