True Emptiness, A Chasm

You have punished me for achieving my freedom.
Your barbed words and half-hidden sneer and arrogant aura of bitterness have put the final iron stake in the coffin. You cover your wounds with the driest humor, which is crackling up from some flaking auricle of your heart. You have punished me, because a year and a half of memories all blur together to create something incomprehensible and foreign… like your face. Your face is melting away, twisting into an ugly mask of hate and pain, and I cough lightly and step to the side. I do not want to get your ugliness on me. Nothing about you is familiar; I cannot even remember a single thing we did or said. You are someone else…I am still right here, still the same.
Your importance has dissolved into half-remembered conversations and fragments of feelings that are long dead, long blown away in the hurricane. Your morals are non-existent, eroded away in the face of your anger and bitterness towards me. I wonder to myself if anything you said or felt or did was real. I remember the past year and a half and feel…. empty. Surely that is odd. I have never felt that way before.
Whatever we were has dissolved into dust. It is not laughter nor pain nor bitterness nor whimsical nostalgia. It is emptiness. Like we were standing next to each other and a chasm erupted between us and sucked in everything that we were. Like it was never there at all. Surely odd, but I don’t remember anything.
Best of luck to you, Brandon. I have no real idea what your importance is, and now you’re well on your way. Hopefully hindsight is indeed 20/20. I feel just one tingling fraction of pity for you.
And that is all.
Emptiness….emptiness. I never felt that way before about another person. Like the last year and a half was in a time warp and never existed and it’s all black and the only thing I remember is that you were apart of that section of my life. But nothing else.
All My Love,
Amanda.