I spilled the tea
The cup is empty
All that was needed
Had been said

The pain
It comes and goes
One day it’s there
The next it’s gone

One day you’re good
The next you’re not
You can’t press “mute”
Do what you want

I’ve lost people before
To distance, time
Plain circumstance

I never thought I’d lose you
Or so I hoped
But here we are

There’s so much noise
Inside my head
The constant buzz
Unending dread

I keep on turning
In my bed
Twisting and thrashing
Thoughts run ahead

There’s so much noise
Inside my head
The constant buzz
It doesn’t end

It’s been a month
Or even more
Since you’ve been gone
Not to return

I went outside
And met someone
But they’re not you
There’s none like you

I don’t write poems in my language
The pain becomes too real
The wound that’s left is deep
It’s better not to feel

I don’t write poems in my language
I feel detached from this ordeal
Like all this didn’t happen
But writing helps me heal