I don’t feel in love like I used to. Even when he came home, his shadow seemed more alluring than his physical touch.

Time isn’t on our side right now. However, we managed to make the best of it under pressure. So, what’s next?

The other day I rediscovered what venting was. Felt like a blast from the past, painting my mind in different hues of beautifully colored bruises.

Minutes passed before he broke my fall. “Are you okay, love?” he asked.

Artist: Ahnhared G. Horne, 2021©

Smiling nonchalantly, I picked up my heart from the floor and twisted it around so you couldn’t hear the high-pitched screech of despair and vanity.

“Yeah babe, I’m fine.”

That was the last time I talked to him before my heart went flatline.