I bond with someone,
They bond with me.
We spend our lives with each other,
healing each others’ souls.
Then one day, they’ll leave and they will leave nothing but memories.
They left without a word.
Day and night I wait for them, waiting for them to come back.
They don’t come back.
I look for others to bond with.
I bond with someone.
Then it all happens again….
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People leave and finding out why is difficult than finding a reliable method of suicide.
I hear what you are saying. Same is happening to me at this moment. Partially my own fault because I’m just such a useless man.