A size two black ballet shoe on the fast lane of the motorway
a remnant of an accident
was it only yesterday she danced her way along the shores on holiday?
or was that in another life
some other time
when she was only eight or nine?

The years drag on
and gone but for the memory of her still dancing
happy
free,
And me stuck in the misery behind the wheel
of a cheap and shoddy
second hand deal.

How do I feel?
Ask me when I learn to feel again
Ask me when the pain I feel again and again has left
how does one bereft
feel?
When all the morning does is sets the seal on yet another day
and all that I can do is pay for my mistake
in one more piece of never ending
heartbreak.