Prophecy [poetry]

Dear Diary

 I wake up to an empty side of the bed, 

My hands grazing through the edges of his sheets, 

Wishing he was here.

That cheesy smile 

And the sheepish grin-

It's now that I realize,

I never appreciated it more.

But in my heart, it is still

As if he had never left.

A futile hope, wishful thinking

Then again, it's all illusions 

Of a broken woman's heart.

I've read poetry before-

Lovers pouring their hearts out

Widows crying for the mercy of heavens above.

Known certainty,

But the denial of the heart.

Barring my mind to think straight,

Act as if to move on.

But does the heart not know,

What nature dictates?

It does.

It just doesn't want to.

Someday, sooner or later

I just wish to look past us,

A little thing, or an insignificant word

Reminding me of the past we had.

Until then

I immerse myself

In despair and longing.

Longing of the heart

And the bleeding of my eyes.

Strange to say, I like this pain.

Bitter, but a sign of the beauty we shared.

Yours Truly,

A woman who loved.