Whilst looking through blurry eyes
at the bird feeder that sits outside,
I think of that day,
and all which followed.
The day where
the world suddenly dropped,
and everything became hollow.
When I could hear the fractures
cracking across my heart,
feel every piecing shard scratching,
ripping my chest apart.
And I wish to cry,
but so much bottled-up grief
floats in a bottomless sea
that now I only feel numb inside.
I think of the day
when photographs became
such a priceless treasure,
until that day, they had just been
a capture of a moment,
now they hold on to every memory,
like they are carved into
the stone walls of my heart.
And I wish to cry,
to wash this earth
in all the pain I hold inside,
the guilt I have for not saving
every moment, for not saving you.
But my tear ducts are clogged
with all the sands of time,
that have flowed whilst missing you.
I wish to cry,
I wish to see your star
up in the sky every night.
I let the words rise from my gut,
rushing past my heart,
pulling out the shards.
And I feel a lone teardrop
sitting in the corner of my eye,
and as the robin comes into land,
I let the waves wash away the sand.
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