My pain cannot be measured, there is no ceiling,
nor can it be eased with any artificial form of healing.

I have pieces I am trying to put back together,
some that just won't fit , some fragments are as fine as a feather.

Moments of staring off into the never,
I thirst for the time when we can be back together.

Your tear soaked photos I hold them to my chest,
the sun doesn't play anymore for me, neither east nor to the west.

I reach for a smile every once in a while,
just to feel normal, just to keep myself from total exile.