DIsapeared, again

A week ago you came to my house, said I was the best thing to ever enter your life. That you missed me. That it could work. That we could make it work.

Then you took it back.

I don't understand you, or how you could do that. How could you blow air into that final ember and create a flame, only to smother it again?

Intention or not, it was cruel.

Today I mourn,

again.

I've fallen into the hole that I spent 12 months trying to fill up.

And you're not here to help me out.

Cruel.