I spent the first week all alone
Which I needed I suppose
For it took pure solitude
To notice you were gone
The second week however
You surprised me and came back
But only to ignore me
And make more painful my lack
By the third week I was an annoyance
A mosquito and a pest
For it seemed you only wanted
To take away my nest
I deemed it only fitting
That by the fourth week I moved on
So screaming into the void of you
I packed and then was gone
So now you know the story
Of how, within a month
I went from being lonely
To moving on, but just
YOU ARE READING
All the Broken Pieces
PoetryHow does a person explain what it means to be broken? When speaking to a friend, what can be said to show them they are trusted in spite of fear? This is a conversation between two friends, so that the brokenness inside can be understood.
