I woke up this morning and...

I just had to write out how I felt...

The world looks so different.

Gone are the wake up calls, the quiet conversations, the excitement that each morning brings, now bereft even of the faintest glimmer of possibility.

She is mine no longer but that is not what bothers me most. I am no longer hers. And like a tired marionette freed from its strings, I fall to the ground. The spirit has left me. I can no longer move. I am alone.