The Mask

i know that you will never fully understand this, and i can't blame you, but he was my heart… so please forgive me in my desperate attempt to feel something again.
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It is a feeling, an intimacy that goes beyond attraction, beyond sex. i feel lost in this world without you, and i find myself angry with you for not fighting harder to breath, for not fighting harder to stay with me - to save me.
You knew, but you didn't tell me. Those fleeting thoughts of you dying were more than just fleeting thoughts. i guess that i knew too. i pushed the truth down, but my spirit could feel yours stirring. i am abandoned. i was left here in this unforgiving world to fend for myself, and i am angry, lost, and saddened by this.
Tell me, how can one survive without one’s heart? Sitting here, counting down the hours, waiting for the day. There is always something missing, always that void, and there is not a single soul that can fill it. There is no comparison, and that is not fair to anyone.
They don't see me. i am invisible. i wear the mask, and go through the motions. i play a good wife, mother, and daughter, but they have no clue. This is not my life. My life is with you.