Worth

I'm happy without you,
I manage quite well.
I'm not miserable anymore,
as I was once, before.
I get by without hiccups;
well, almost.
Only, once in a while
I stop
in the steady flow of my day;
not too often, no.
Just a pause every hour or so
When my breath catches in my throat.
the tears just flow;
as if to the gut
there's been a blow.
My innards wrenched out,
my soul hollow.
The shredded bits
I carry about
with me,
unworthy of you,
unworthy of me.