Where the cheerful childrenof unwritten poems,play all around,you will find me there.

From all my dreams where you felt everlastingto all my clothes your words used to wear,to the old end, to the new beginning,you have lost me everywhere.

But my world fell apart, and all they could do, the whole universe, was to silently move on.

I will missmy chest explodingyou coming home latenot turning on the lightalways waking me upI will missthe sudden burst of safetywhen you look at meor hold my handor say something like”let’s go home”I will missthe years I loston something or someone.The pieces didn’t fit, shaped wrongthe timing slightly off.I loved you like I always will.

But the rare herb, Forgetfulness, / It hides away from me.

But I hope you don’t feel the hurt as much as I did. You are too weak and fragile to stand that ache. Remember, you always will be.

Please don’t tell me, it was less painful than a broken backbone, a forgotten poem, a lost home.