You Left Me

You left me.

 

I feel as if we entered

a war together

that neither of us signed up for

 

And you left me

in the battlefield 

 

to fend for myself,

to figure a way out on my own

 

I lay next to the garden 

we planted together

 

In hopes to find that there is 

at least one flower

that has survived the turmoil

 

That one flower that signifies

our roots are so strong

something is still alive and blooming

 

Where there was once only sunshine

and rainbows after rain

there are only cloudy skies here now

 

When the sun does peek

through a window

 

the clouds move so fast 

it does not last long

 

You left me.

 

I did not plan for this

I did not plant for this

 

And the war is not over

 

I still see the damage 

the battlefront has left behind

 

I still hear the chaos

that sits in the midst of silence

 

I still am that one survivor

who's still exploring the remains of a war zone

 

That one survivor 

that doesn't even know 

where to begin to search

 

That one survivor

surrounded by empty foundations

of buildings and homes

that were once filled

with laughter and love and life

 

You left me.

 

But that's the thing

I'm a survivor

 

In the distance,

 

I hear the winds 

make the leaves of a tree dance,

 

I hear the chirps of a lonely bird

whos song I recognize is not one

you'd hear in the wake of 

a good morning

but in the wake of a mourning

 

I close my eyes 

and I realize 

 

That even though this war

has left dust in the air,

the air is still clean enough 

for my lungs to inhale 

and keep me alive

 

You left me.

 

I'm laying next to the garden 

we planted together

 

And I notice what an unexpected war

does to life

 

I'm alone now

and I think I'm the only flower

left to bloom