I thought we completed each other.
I thought we made each other whole.
I thought we two were one.
But then you plunged that dagger deep into my heart.
You doused my light.
You ripped out my soul.
You soured my spirit.
I am now an empty, hollow shell of the man I once was.
The man who only wanted to fill your soul with hope.
But who now only wants to fill your hole with soap.
Written for today’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt from Linda G. Hill. We are to use “empty” and/or “hollow” in our posts.