sent scrambling
to find love -broken
in all places
stranger’s faces

have i not given you
all of me, you let it go
while i held on tight
this fear held over

you promised did you not?

i recall
nights turn to morning
and your not there
empty arms fly

so i wander new mexico
where magic and beauty
entice this dreary soul
away from you

where did we go anyhow?

Poetry anxiety broken depression dreamscapes freedom growing stronger listening well lost love mental well-being suffering this writing life who am I