Melissa

The memories are gone.

Maybe,

they were never there.

Metal, crumbling.

Glass, exploding

fireworks

across the sky.

Bones, shattering

kissing

the walls and ceiling.

Body, tumbling

through the air.


I could not bare

the image of

your broken body.

Gratitude fills

my shattered heart, for

the unexpected compassion

of lost memory.


The black void

of loss.

The weight

of guilt,

consume all.

No room is left

to hold

a broken memory

of you.




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