Recovery Poem by Collin Ruzvidzo

I am driving at slow speed in the road called recovery.
It's a little dark to overspeed.
I have been meaning to smile without taking a selfie.
There is sorrow behind the mask of a counterfeit smile.
I am too ashamed to tell my troubles.

Recovering from the loss of a loved one.
She is dead to me but a wife to someone.
Deleted the pictures but what about the memories?
What to do with the words.
Words I wanted to say that she will never hear.
Yesterday she texted, 'I'm sorry Collin'
To which i replied, 'dead people don't say sorry'

She says it was just sex.
It's a shame i got some strings attached.
I have been lying to myself lately.
That i am comfortable in silence
The truth is i hate people.