feast

For the first few days after you left I couldn't eat anything.

But as time grew so did my appetite.

I took things slowly.

A spoonful of baked beans, a few bites of an apple.

Now, I prepare myself huge banquets. 

I devour old text messages and chow down on the scent of you that's left on my pillow.

I always leave my image of our future selves for last.

I like the taste of what we could have been.

Dog

I took Love, my 14 year old limping Labrador to the vet.

I cradled him in my arms and begged you, through hot tears to make him better.

You took out the biggest needle I'd ever seen and stuck it in his chest, and his poor heart stopped beating.

It's for the best, you said, and then you just left.

Left me here alone.

Alone with a dead dog called Love. 

I had a heart break

Marco Polo

I tell you I love you

Every few moments

Searching for reassurance

Waiting for your response

Like a game of Marco Polo

But I'm just fumbling around

In the dark