My heart beats slower the further you step

away from me, the distance we made

is too far to reach. And all along I thought

that a miracle could happen.

But in this I was wronged.

the mirror has shattered,

the reflection, broken

to tiny pieces of you,

and nothing else of me.

And as the days grow longer,

the severed tie

cuts through my skin

and

weakens my bones.

I wish that I could live

for a little bit more

but every step I make

takes a breath away,

and every breath

takes life.

My well has run dry.

And there is nothing else to do

but to sit and cry for

all the things I lost

For every piece that has been shattered

For every tear that I have wept.

I wish

that I could regain my composure

but this too, has been torn down.

I am just empty

and tired

weary

and numb.

And I couldn’t blame you

for I am also responsible

but you rose again like the sun

and I remained

decaying

rotting

dead

holding the shards

of the mirror you broke

even though it hurts

and digging the soil

underneath

for the burial of my heart.