by: Madison Lewis
Spring 2017
It happens slowly.
It happens quickly.
It happens.
You wake up one day alone.
No matter how it happens,
You would never notice.
It hurts.
Pain is relative.
Everyone feels differently.
Like you’ve been cut, stabbed.
Like you’ve been shot.
Like you’ve been branded,
Abused, scorned.
You’re left to suffer
By accident.
On purpose.
It is almost impossible
To avoid.
Abandonment.
It’s grey.
Either you are the one
who has left
Or who has been left.
It may hurt more to be left,
But leaving leaves scars too.
It’s like running through thorns.
A trail of red remains
To stain the grey.
But the red dries.
It cracks.
So all that is left
Is stained grey.
Even reminders
Of what once was
Leave.
Sometimes the grey shines
So you can see your reflection.
It isn’t one you recognize.
Soon the grey turns black,
And you too are leaving.
Abandoning life.
It’s inevitable.