He was my everything
I was nothing

A mere speck of dirt
Beneath his feet

When I wasn’t looking he slammed
The door of my life in my face

He found another
More buxom and brainy than my self

He can’t call me lard-ass
Or ridicule me anymore

Enveloped by coal-black shadows
I nurse the bruises of humiliation

Cold as a cadaver the light
Has gone out of my eyes

I tremble with fright my shriveled self
no longer know my name

I’m resigned to a stillness
that will never end

Destined to get used to a life
With a hunger for a warm body

I sit on a ledge on strike
Stuck on a shifting Tectonic plate

Bearing the unbearable throb of loss
until I disappear