Dear.............

I didn't want to play it this way, it shouldn't be like this. Your silence is deafening. I keep falling in the empty space you left behind. The wall that I keep running into has your picture on it. I keep tripping over the pieces of me that break off with every new disappointment and hurt. I am getting smaller because of you. I am becoming transparent because you can't see me anymore. You shut me out. Closed the door, turned off the lights and pulled the shades. Why? Oh wait the window is opening again, just a little, not all the way just enough to let a little fresh air and light in. I get a small piece back, Oh wait, I was wrong! The window slammed shut, piece lost again. I wanted to believe you wouldn't just discard me, yesterdays news, out of sight out of mind. We had a "thing" I know it was real, I didn't imagine it. It took years to build. My cold hands on you, comforted by the warmth between us, safe and unthreatening. Your smile lit me up even as you told me fabulous lies.I thought it was solid, it disappeared with the exhaled breath of unspoken words, nothing but shadows after all. You inspired me, made me work, think, see. You shared with me, then cut me off, then a note under the door, in the back, but still there, then gone again. What happened? When did I become nothing to you ?