The first lie I ever told you in my life
Was a simple, tiny “yes”
My pillows are stained with my tears
Feeling how big this bed is to me now
I don't have the willpower to throw away
Our photos, writings, trinkets, promises
Every meal feels like too much for me now
And I still have your favorite bowl
Even finding a strand of your hair
Reminds me of how empty this home is
My thoughts are so overwhelming and loud
While my heart is quiet and heavy
And you stand in front of me, looking okay
And time has been so kind to you
As though your days have pared you
From the fallout between us
Asking me out of courtesy, “Have you been well?”
“Yes”
And your day resumes
While my own life has stopped