Sian Eleri Writes

You left before I was ready to let go,

with no words of wisdom for me to cling to,

just an aching pain, a hollow heart

and a stone to visit when I feel alone.

I’ll leave you flowers, but they’ll wither too.

I’m empty because nothing matters.

You’ve left me with an existential crisis

because I don’t know where you are.

My beliefs aren’t as strong as yours were,

and you’re not leaving me any signs.