Broken Pieces

There’s nothing
left of me,
all those pieces,
loose and free.
His words,
everything I didn’t want to hear,
commitment to my deepest fear.
I’m here,
no not there,
broken pieces everywhere.

His name,
That echoes
through my mind.
Going insane,
numb and blind.
Fragments of the past
in my ear,
don’t get near.
Future falls,
if you touch it,
my dear.

I think.
I thought.
This could be.
You and me.

Fog in my eyes,
tears paying the price,
causing ice,
playing nice,
roll the dice!

Thunderstorm within my soul,
got no control.

Let it roll!
let it roll.

© Virginia Stone