A clunk of shard expelled from my mouth,
As I laid helpless and in despair
Just the way she took my chunk of heart
Utterly cruel and yet unaware.
That shard is killing me slowly,
And so is her memory
A broken frame on my bedroom floor
Keys left somewhere in a hurry.
My house feels empty,
Numb the way my cheeks feel
“Everything can be fixed”, she said
And yet some scars never heal.
As my tooth is broken down,
Like morsels for the elderly
As it crawls into my blood
Painful, loud and then slowly.
She was like my amalgam,
A sparkling, moonlit reform
Strong in my thoughts
And crippling in her form.
Now rotting away in a black tar,
She resides in my mind
Like the old letter messengers,
A rather feeble find.
As it detaches from my body,
My twenty-something friend
Making space for a kinder youth,
An old bond entitled to mend.
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