A better tomorrow without her

I sat myself down at the edge of the bed, and talking into an empty bedroom with the lights turned off, I said all that I needed to hear: ‘You did great. Without a doubt, you made mistakes, but none of those warranted whatever misfortune came your way. You did great. Yes, you got blindsided, but it was and is still a good thing to not be cynical about love. You did great. You kept your grace, although your pain-body whispered innumerable easy-way-outs to numb your suffering mind. You did great. It is frightening to accept now, but I promise, there will be a better tomorrow—without her.’

A better tomorrow without her I sat myself down at the edge of the bed, and talking into an empty bedroom with the lights turned off, I said all that I needed to hear: 'You did great. Without a doubt, you made mistakes, but none of those warranted whatever misfortune came your way. You did great. Yes, you got blindsided, but it was and is still a good thing to not be cynical about love. You did great. You kept your grace, although your pain-body whispered innumerable easy-way-outs to numb your suffering mind. You did great. It is frightening to accept now, but I promise, there will be a better tomorrow—without her.'

Published by Khadim Zaman

I am science fiction author and poet from Amsterdam. It took me a while to discover I liked to write. Now I am hooked. Help me get the word out. Leave me a review on Amazon.com. And subscribe to my email list. Thank you.