The empty chair

Hurt, sharp claws gripping my mind
Draining its energy like deflating a ball
Hitting my head against the wall
Hammering my fists until they bled
But to no avail, I withdrew into myself

The world outside cloaked in a grey haze
Sounds fading to soft murmuring
But my own voice shouting in confusion

Then as I open my eyes,
Hoping it was only a dream
There it is, an undeniable reality
I see your ruinsome empty chair

My mind reaching back searching
To where it turned all sour
The milk spoiled, tasting suddenly vile
Of words that couldn't be swallowed
But I found no answers

Digging deeper even
I saw the hairline cracks
We didn't see, until too late
I saw our screaming
Her face, in agony... it broke my heart
It finally hit me, hard as stone
As I sat watching her empty chair