I stare at his shoes on my lap. My eyes see them. My small hands caress over the tough leather. My touch feels them. They are empty today. Like him, sometimes. I place my feet inside them today. I fill the emptiness, for him, sometimes. They feel cold today. Like him, sometimes. I wriggle my toes calmly today. I move to provide the warmth, for him, sometimes. They are big today. Like him, sometimes. I make my feet bigger...

The sun starts to rise, I gaze at the sky. The beautiful hues of orange and pink stretch out like a masterpiece painted just for me. I wonder where he is. I wonder what he’s doing. I wonder if he’s happy. I wonder if thoughts of me cross his mind. I inhale deeply, a lonely steadying breath. I wonder if he is staring at the same sky. My sky. The thought we may sit beneath the same sky provides comfort to my aching heart. I...

My heart broke today. This isn’t the first time it’s shattered into tiny pieces. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. In the darkness, I see the fragments glimmer in the light. My heart has been here before, splintered into jagged shards. This time, it’s different. I broke it. I wielded the devastating blow. Knowingly, purposefully, all by myself. I made the choice, this time. The most painful choice, this time. A choi...

These boots are well-worn. They were once well cared for. Their soles now threadbare. They were once fresh and new. They’ve meandered along murky paths. They’ve paddled through putrid puddles. They’ve floundered over filthy fields. They’ve been soiled and stained by stench. They’re tattered and tired. They long to be smart and strong. They’re ruined and ravaged. They long to be repaired and redeemed. These boots no longer...