We shattered.
Not with screams
just silence.
Not by luck
just choice.
One that was everything,
But my own
Pieces everywhere,
Sharp edges I didn’t know how to hold.
I reach for something whole,
But all that’s left is fracture
Not even anger
just empty
Longing for what was
A space where we used to be.
That’s the hardest part,
Knowing it’s over.
But not feeling
as though it’s
done
This is the first time after 4 months I’ve been able to express how I feel and it’s really drawn me into poetry.