Exhaustion.

Tears.

Dread.

Tears.

Frustration.

Tears.

Mourning the loss of him before he’s gone…for years.

Anger, lots of anger.

Many more tears.

Heartsick.

Lost.

Alone.

Tears never stop.

Where did the good times go?

Love is gone

All that remains is a shell, a sham.

Tears flow.