Devastation

Tears fall from my eyes like a summer storm. The thunder inside my chest crashes so hard my heart feels as if it will shatter into a million pieces. I am the only one who feels the storm. I am the only one that will have to live through its aftermath. Many storms have come and gone, none quite this. Devastation, an emptiness deeper than any I have ever known. This one cuts into my soul and releases demons from the past. Despair and disappointment, so familiar. This time there will be no coming back. The loss is too great. The memory of the storm, is so bittersweet, yet it could not be traded for anything in this world. I would rather have the memory than nothing at all. Sorrow now takes residence inside what’s left of my heart.