I wasn't supposed to look,
but I cheated and did.
Soon seeing images of him
laughing, posing, enjoying himself.
He was surrounded by friends
and a few unknown faces.
My ex had clearly moved on
while I remained stuck.
Thousands of thoughts passing
my mind, I wanted to cry.
There was something missing in the pics,
Me.
All the plans, past, present and future,
went for a toss.
I found myself
alone and unloved.
Nothing anyone says seems to help.
This emptiness hurting me as it penetrates.
