the one, taken, an outstretched hand, limp
shattered in a million pieces
the rubble of ones heart lays in ruins
scattered to the four corners of love immense
pure, like driven snow drifts, now out of reach
unending the flow of pieces
perpetual the pain of once was
time immeasurable marches past unstoppable
whilst ones own familiar tick falls silent
the world passes by disconnectedly
with the silent inevitability of days,
the restoration of what’s left hangs heavy
waiting to be clung too in fragility
as a promise of what is never more to be
begins the restoring of the heart
broken shard by broken shard
each memory cutting deep
into another shred of love
solitary tear by solitary tear
cheeks stained in brine trails
moments remembered, confused and yet clear
the bright shining of ones life
through the cracks of broken emotions
the view clouded by the mist of loss
kind words well meant frame
an unkempt existence, remain
and like a new born, staggering
ones feet are found
the stuttering walk begins
careening from reminder to reminder
falling, stuttering, restarting
the cloak of life still hanging
the always was
gone
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