As I Am: Ruins Poem by Rebekah Gamble

It's because I feel.
I feel-
He's gone; I've made him go.
Like an avalanche, I have gone,
and with an avalanche in me, he goes.
He is always going now,
always walking away,
always built in my mind
with fibers of memory and the happened,
always going so he will never be gone.
Like an avalanche-
I love him; I love him.
It makes me want to waste away,
fall apart
like an avalanche-
fall with a crack and tumble with great destruction.
I love him.
It makes me want to hurt myself.
I'll tell no one
and keep the essence of such loud silence
all to myself-
As an avalanche the Great We has gone,
and he's probably forgotten all about me.
My heart is the remaining ruins
of the village beneath,
and he's surely forgotten all about me.