When the pain stops
Of not having the familiar
The safe space that you knew
Fear becomes your friend.
But when you’re alone it strikes.
In the darkest hours of midnight
When your body wakes and your mind conceives the ultimate outcome
When you realise the futility of love and loss, that it all means nothing
And there’s no warm soul to turn to.
Our world keeps turning with or without your petty heartbreak.
Our sun will still implode.
Our universe will still end and it all means the smallest of nothing’s.
Can you imagine the agony?
I dare say you can’t
Or you don’t
Or you simply won’t.
Life is just easier
to imagine infinite tomorrow’s without the dawning of the last tomorrow