A Sadness Concealed

To start an old life

With the newness of fresh loss

Unable to perceive what once brought satisfaction and provoked curiosity

Observing the world with uninhabited eyes

Colorful moments blanketed in blue for they are not shared

Locking my heartbreak in a cracked container

Hoping that it won’t seep out at the most inopportune times

 

But it will, of course.

 

Indulging myself

With sad songs and solitude

Letting the sorrow escape in moments spent alone

Until it dulls and there is only enough left to burn and resurface on somber nights when I

look at my empty hands and think of how you used to fill my empty heart