100 days, 100 words {8}

to let

my head feels dingy
like someone turned off the lights
and then ran off
to see if I’d cope

my head feels dull
like cotton wool has been stuffed
into every crevice and corner
or insulation foam
pushed in through my nose

my head feels sore
as if whacked by a mullet
hard
and again
and again…

my heart feels sad
a sorrowful thud sounds quietly
somewhere in my chest

my heart feels lonely
a part of it is missing
since you went

my heart feels empty

hollow, abandoned
where once you were
there now is space

to let

{picture from dear friend S}