Breakup Blues

In your absence
I paint the ceiling
midnight blue,
await the return
of stars, ride out
the gut wrench
of abandonment

I know your motive
is happiness, and
that I shall emerge
all the wiser,
but for now
I don the spatter
of indigo grief.

(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)

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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

55 thoughts on “Breakup Blues”

  1. This is beautiful, I will be writing my breakup blues on my blog. I have been through a lot in life, trauma was always around me. This has inspired me to start writing poems on my blog, thanks for the inspiration.

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