Someone broke into my car.
They took my two pairs of sunglasses.
They took my drawstring bag.
They took my change out of the centerpiece.
I saw the missing pieces, started my car, and continued my day.
Someone started holding your hand.
They took you to class.
They took time out of their day to make you smile.
They took your heart and held it with care.
I saw the missing pieces, walked to my car, and continued my day.
You were never even mine.
So why did it hurt more to lose you?
YOU ARE READING
Educated Stress
PoetryThe third collection of my poetry. All of these poems were written during my freshman year of college.
