About Time

It is done. We know it will not work. It can't. I am not willing to let it. Oh, the sadness I bear. But why? Is it the memories? Or the knowledge I've done something wrong? It is guilt, how unbelievably I feel it now. I don't recall ever feeling such heavy demons upon my chest. Shallow breaths are all I can take at this time.
Maybe this is what I've been waiting for since we got together.
Antidepressants aren't working the miracles I'd expect. Especially now. I am so alone. And I deserve to be. It's an achy loneliness I feel in my joints and a numbness in my head.
I look to the future.