In Retrospect.

You transformed me into a storehouse, For the love you so generously bathed me in. The support and care, On the days I was unaware, Of the greatness planted within. You fed me, constantly, With the positivity my soul was deprived of, The encouragement my spirit longed for. A little at a time but the …

Loneliness. 

You convince yourself That you forget what loneliness feels like But even while you smile at messages Filled with ensembles of previously rehearsed prophecies, Emptiness sets in. Because they are not the one And neither are you. Regardless, For as long as you remain attracted to their physical form, Captivated by the erudite nature of …