Abandoned

When you abandoned me,
and pushed me screaming
from the terraces of your big brown eyes,
I fell through the clouds and hit the ground,
all broken bones and sour luck.
I went and picked myself back up,
snapped the bones back into place,
said my curses, wept my tears,
and trudged off through the fog and gray.
And so, alone, day by day,
I emptied out the picture frames
where you once stood, where we once blamed
our sorrows on the falling rain
instead of one another.
Emptiness, my estranged lover,
is what I've known for all this while,
through sleepless nights, splintered thoughts,
with every frayed and faded smile
that I've stitched on since you've been gone,
since I was left abandoned.