I miss the person who (I thought) used to be here. Not the one he is now. The one he was then. Who glimpsed my pain and deflected its force. Who occasionally would hint at his own pain, which I would be sure to buffer if possible.
We could laugh together at things, the way old friends do. Now we never will.
I miss being part of a family - part of anything, really. How long 'til I'm part of something again? Or will I always be alone like this - in head and heart and home?
Question I'd like answered today: Why did you have to be cruel instead of accepting divorce like a man? Why did you have to ruin what could have been in our future?