If you peel back the layers....

If you peel back the layers of 

a heart

which is 

bereft....

if you dismantle  

the habit

of 

regret,

the protection of

self 

recrimination....

if you pull up 

the anchor of

I wish

if only....

then you stand on the brink 

and 

look 

into

the 

deep 

clear

water 

of

Alone

and

 Lost.

Which feels 

like drowning

in  an

ocean

 of

emptiness.

Which snaps shut

the heart

in terror

of the

 clean

 truth of it.

Just to feel 

the ache

of the 

forever

empty 

space

in the bed

beside me

is

 enough 

for 

now.