I didn't give this poem five stars because I have a few minor edits to suggest. It's lovely and sad. I feel you (although I'm so glad I didn't have children with my ex). I left in the spring of 1994, and the grief was intense at first. The same week I left, I signed up to dance for three talent shows (I was a college student) because I wanted to be busy. It slowly tapered off; each time I cried about us, I hoped it was the last time. The last time wasn't until 2008, although I was joyfully married by then, since 1999 ( we met in August of 1994 😂).
You clearly love(d) him, but can no longer live with him.
The edits I suggest are:
four lines from the bottom, I suggest an apostrophe -'the feeling's not there' , also I think that the second to last line is a bit awkward, but I'm not sure what to do about it.
Creepy! :)
It's kind of like a (masculine?) version of The Yellow Wallpaper. After reading some naive narrators, I tried to write one myself,... and merely stared at a blank page. It's not as easy as it may look.
Gg
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