No one to come home to, the house is cold and dark, don’t know when I’ve been this lonely, praying and hoping I can make a new start.

No need to start dinner, no interest in eating alone, it’s been months since he left me, can’t remember the last time I called this home.

The seasons are changing now, the nights are growing colder, he used to be here to hold me; he used to care until I grew older.

He left me for shallow reasons, said I brought out his worst, his interests turned elsewhere; months of planning; it was so well rehearsed.

He no longer values who I was, refuses to remember my love or support, says I am old and have nothing left to give, nothing left but to file papers in court.

It’s amazing how fast things change, can’t believe none if it was real, believed his words for ten years, realizing those words were only what I desired to hear.

This house is cold and lonely, he no longer cares if I live or die, moved on to support another, I still can’t believe it was nothing but lies.

He made excuses to be free, made selfish decisions that required bold acts, I know he doesn’t love me anymore; It’s hard to swallow the cold, hard facts.

I know I will feel better, big things for me are in store, I’ve learned that I must love myself forever, and never rely or trust those who only want more and more.

It’s time for bed, or so the clock says, time to climb the stairs to emptiness, time to toss and turn alone in my bed.

It’s dark and quiet and so very cold, I lay here remembering, there is no one to hold. Life happens anyway, it’s not waiting for me, I need to flip this script quickly and embrace the beauty of truly being free.

I will love again and this house will be a home once more, my new life is just beginning; knowing this time I will get it right; I will get it right for sure!

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