Empty

Empty

Another punch to the gut.

Sometimes it's once per day;
Sometimes it's five times in an hour.

I question everything:

Your reasoning,
How it started.
Why you didn't stop.

Where was your remorse?
What did you think the effects would be?

And the questions keep coming and choke me and I can't stop thinking

Hot tears fall, and I am left empty.
Just like you left him.

In between tweeting, reading books to my daughters, and [not] burning mac n cheese, I am the Founder + Creative Director of Blessed is She women's ministry + community.