When you miss someone,
what do you do?
Cry,
laugh,
try to cover it up
like you don’t
care?
Do you write about it
or tell anyone else
or cry into your
bedsheets
at night?

Why do we care?
Why should I care
about someone who’s
in my life
for just a short time
and then
leaves?
It doesn’t make sense, but
I care.
I let myself love
and laugh
and relate.
Then all of the sudden,
it all goes…

away.

I mean,
isn’t that
life?

My heart is breaking
aching
watching
tears shedding
waters shattering
rough
through storms
deep and cold
churning
the soul.

Crowds wounding,
because they're
hurting
though hiding

Smiles cracked
like broken glass
shatter and fall
into nothing.

The sun is running
through the breeze
burning
shaking trees
trembling knees.

Eyes screaming
of pain and grief
direct at you
the fault.