𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬

grief comes to me in hours
of the cold nights
when sleep is not found
in front of my eyes.
old photographs
and beautiful music
we once shared
resurface and
the pain
the loss
the grieving
comes all too quickly.
it was you who chose to leave
so why am i punished
for choices i didn't make?