Superglue

It was only an email. But it has effects comparable to those of a catastrophe in my little world. Because they are your words.

They disrupt my thoughts, my emotions and my focus. They are fertilisers for endless reminiscence and heartache during the night and potentially the next few nights to come. They are data for uncalled-for analysis. They are culprits behind tears and reminders of loss. 

Spare me my days though. For I do not wish to spend those waking hours when the sun is up and the sky is blue, thinking about you or the past.

Until such time those same words which were once fertilisers for these pointless thoughts lose their effects, could I regain that little normality I now have in my life.

"Superglue", I describe you as that. You have such a firm hold on my feelings I know not how to have you removed. Everyone says "time" - it will disintegrate your holding power on me eventually.