My therapist asked me to write you a letter

I spent hours looking at the blank piece of paper like an art lover gazing at a painting trying to figure out the secret of it's beauty

 

My therapist encouraged me to cry

Now this one is easy! A crying baby can make me sob.. yet my tears escaped me and I turned into a barren well

 

My therapist asked me to grieve

Every time I think of you I feel the urge to scream.... And I try to scream... I do my best to scream... But my voice gets silenced.... Turned down... Muted

 

My therapist asked me to stop looking at your pictures

I never look at them... Yet they are engraved in my memory... Every piece of furniture you touched... Every glass you sipped a drink of .. every music track you played... all embroidered on the back of my soul

 

My therapist asked me to meet new people

I do meet new people.. I socialize... I smile... I interact... But all I see is you... Only you

 

My therapist asked me to look for a closure

I can't find my closure... I am tired... Too tired... And all I need is some quietness .... For the many ideas panicking within my head to be silent... For a minute ... Just one minute

 

My therapist asked me to share one truth and one lie 

I tell him that I love you  

Then I tell him that I love you  

My therapist is trying to figure out what happened 

I stand up and leave