“Broken” by Ann G. Collins

the sun will rise on my healing heart

a new day will come,

whether I want it to or not

 

Nights that I wish would last forever

dissipate into bleeding colors of mourn

only etched expressions remain,

for I have been drained of all else

 

The dawn approaches quickly, and I have not slept.

Solitary in my bed, still

                             I wept

             I dreamt that you returned, but I could not

touch you, and you faded away.

I understand it now

how I will miss his touch, his smile

but I do not know what else I’ll miss…

It  was lost long before I let it go