I Have Written a Short Story

In the quiet, expectant stillness of the morning, the last few months pull at me. Time I didnt realize had passed is counted in the ache of every bone and every muscle. Days gone by in laughter and love fissure my heart, spining outward and spurring tears. Empty hands stretched towards a dark sky grasp at what I have lost, destroyed by my own selfish pride and nature. I could romanticize, craft endless sonatas and soliloquies mourning the wounded love I lost... But I won't. I won't waste what little empathy I have left. Instead, I will slink back to the darkness and unknown that have and always will be my faithful friend. I have no shame before the endless night, no regret in the arms of lonliness. That is all the companionship I deserve, and the only love I will ever accept.