• There's this moment
    broken, shattered, and torn,
    frozen in time,
    between two worlds.

    One complete,
    the other shambles,
    you left me a wreck.
    I'm stuck picking up the pieces.

    Flooding me completely
    tears, anguish, and pain
    begin to take contro.
    I almost lost myself.

    The mess you left
    is quite impressive,
    impossible to ignore,
    to let slip away.

    Is it enough
    that you left
    an empty slot
    never to be filled?

    The pain you caused
    is something huge,
    harsh, and inconcievable.
    I never want to revisit it.

    A frozen moment,
    a space of time
    torments me still,
    but I feel free.