Buckets

Lying in the bed
Hours passing
Not able to sit up
Without assistance
The world has crumbled
Buckets keep refilling my tear ducts
Though I haven’t eaten
Or even had water
For a day
This just doesn’t seem real
I made the decisions this time
I walked away
Before I was told to leave
But she says I was wrong
That I was the one
And we could have had a family
Too late now
I wonder how long it will take
Before the buckets run dry