by Cheryl Johnston This story is based on the song "Breakdown" by Mariah Carey.
Two days past, you told me something my heart wouldn't hear…that you no longer felt for me. You said it wouldn't work, it wasn't right. "Let's just be friends," were your words. I held back the tears that now freely flow. Told you, "I agree." You asked if I was all right. I couldn't say no, but that didn't mean yes. I see you and sit next to you. I struggle to keep my emotions from tearing me apart. You say something and smile, that gorgeous smile. I didn't hear you, I just smile back. I'm sitting alone now. My friend has just approached. She says something. I wasn't listening again, but I hear what she says next. "What's wrong?" I quickly recover. I can't tell her, I can't tell you how I'm feeling. The day is done. I lay down on the bed that we used to share and tears come again. What will I do? How can I go on? The wings of my heart are tattered and broken, and for the first time you're not here to mend them. You don't even know the anguish that I'm feeling. Should I be strong? Not let you know? Should I come crying to you, asking why you left? Should I slowly let you go? …I'm moving on. I've put away the pictures, the gifts; tucked away the memories. Hopefully, my wings will heal. |