Hollow.

Where once there was sun—now, a black hole.
I am empty-bellied,
Suffocating.
What's left when you let go?

Without your breath,
I’m merely flesh.
Hollowing, dissolving—
becoming dust.

And you know, I swear we were happy.
I was enough.
At one point, when you looked at me,
It was love.

Darling, I don’t pray.
I certainly won’t start now.
Know I mean it when I say
That I hope you die alone.