I felt you leave,
This time was different than the last,
first it felt as if a part of my very being was stolen from me,
yet now,
I feel nothing,
No pain from your departure,
No rage from your betrayal,
No sadness in my solitude,
there was simply nothing,
and that may have been worse than anything else,
I could feel the ever present darkness creep back in,
like it had never left,
and it felt comfortable,
I embraced it like a lost lover,
I welcomed back the torrent,
as if I knew the sun would never stay for one like myself,
and so all I feel is empty,
absent,
like I was never meant to possess a soul,
as if pain was my mistress and I its' consort,
forever locked in matrimony,
beyond my control,
and this, I accept