REFLECTIONS © 2011

I feel fragile, very fragile,

My glass heart,

Without your love, shattered...

Each piece reflects the pain,

Of a love that, absent,

Left me lost.

And the scattered shards,

Like cutting tears,

Tearing apart these verses,

Each word an open wound,

A silent scream in incessant weeping.

I try to gather the fragments,

But the emptiness remains vast,

Without your warmth, without your shelter,

My heart, now meaningless,

Lives only in the echo of what was with you.

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