You Flit.

Broken hearts don't heal, at least not mine. This discourse isn't for you, although I wish it were.

You were beautiful to me. You were everything to me. The morning, the day, the evening, the night: all was you. And I wouldn't have had it any other way, but you did. And I can't forgive myself for not seeing that. I can't come to terms with this loss; I can't come to terms that I wasn't good enough for you. Did I falter? No, there was no way I could have! I did everything and more I could - just for you. No questions asked, ever. But it was easy for you to..... I refuse to recall.

While inhibiting myself, you cavort around - how utterly expected of you.

While I spend the days up and down, you flit around.