Chris Magazine

I stopped breathing
the air tainted by the words

my head pummeled
by jabs of truth

knocked back
by uppercuts of hurt

i stood stunned
eyes wide

my own words
abandoned me

i reached out
hand shaking

hoping for that
reassuring touch

but the shaking
was too much

the touch spoiled
she drew away

she drew away
she turned

there was no goodbye
this was goodbye

still, though hours later
I cannot breathe

I will not anymore
with her gone

there is nothing left
for me to take in