When your surroundings bring to life the past you get a chill. Sometimes you cry. Sometimes you laugh. However the feelings are real and the reasons for the feelings couldn’t come at a worse time.
The heart remembers
The leaves fall around me and I cry
Their sharp edges cut my skin
The birds taunt
Singing your words
Piercing my chest
Digging for remnants
With their sharp beaks
Painful reminders
The cruelty of goodbye
On a day like today
When the air was cold
But your words were fire
My heart over the pit
Revolving on the skewer
Skillfully carved
To be scattered amongst the heap
Served to the carnivores
The bottom feeders
Mustering the courage to gather
Piecing back together
Mending the un-mendable
Missing pieces
As the birds gorge
And the cold wind blows
The tears fall
Once more
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some pain remains raw and visceral for much too long