[ WP ] Lost life

Let me go. 
 
 Right now, I'm better at being alone then I am at being with you. After all, you left. You just left, like carbon dioxide does when I breath out you emptied me but instead of something else filling me I sit in the corner, like a dusty accordion with no air in it's lungs. I am motionless. Ask me, how am I supposed to be? No one plays me. I'm outdated. I am ugly. And the sound of my voice is grating. 
 
 There's a field about a mile from the house; it's just my type of field. There's nothing but grass; the color is questionable, the soil is malnourished and dry. As the fall sets in farther, the grass just appears more and more like plastic, rough and brittle. It has lost all of its earthly feel and quality. Much like me. So that's where I lay nowadays. Maybe you would have expected me to be laying in someone else's bed. But Mother Earth's suits me just fine. There is no one around me. I'm in no arms, no good graces, of anyone. There is just me and the field. 
 Sometimes I stare at the sky. I know there is no God. Maybe if I believed in him, I would n't feel so alone. But my thoughts are my own. I do n't want to share them with anyone; still I look above and wonder how it is we move along. How I move along. Your hands are still around my neck. Your mouth is still on my earlobe, you're still whispering. I still hear it. You told me you'd rather die than be without me. 
 Well, you're without me, and you got you're wish. But what did you leave me with? A deplorable want of character, a lack of interest in anything. An empty soul, but a full head that I ca n't shake. I put you into the ground. I sat there as they lowered you and I knew no faith in God, no faith in mankind could make you come back. So what's the point? You were my only connection to this world. 
 
 A cloud rolls by. 
 
 But let me go, please, I implore you. Let me go. You do n't need me. And I do n't need you. I loved you as best as I could; I never did wrong by you. The only regrettable thing I ever did to you was not love you from the moment I set eyes on you. I should have; how dare I waste so much time. I beg your forgiveness, but let me go. 
 I do n't have anything to hold on to but smoke, wisps and tendrils like the hair on the nape of your neck. They're no longer reachable. Let me go. I'm better at being alone.
