Jigsaw

I’m stuck within my contemplation, staring at the situation. I tried to find my way round you. But every time I tried to fight it, the air in here gets so thick; I don’t know what to do. So, here I am still picking up the pieces, after you left late two nights ago. This ash tray is filled; the beer in the trash starts to overflow. I cannot help but to wonder, what you are doing now? I wanted to call you up, but I am too proud.

So, here I am still forcing the pieces, after you left two weeks ago. My thoughts held still as I tried not to lose control. I tried to crawl inside away from you, but my souls dried up and I no longer fit. I want to find humor in this situation, but I don’t know my way around a joke anymore. It feels like an empty room I myself cannot be seen in. What is missing without you? It’s like an empty grave in a bottomless pit; it makes me so thoroughly sick that I could let you go.