Poetry I'll Never Let Anyone Read

Stitches

You say it gets better,

that the tears won't fall

so heavy anymore,

and the pain will ease.

But a year has come and gone,

and the hole she left

in my chest still aches just

as much as the day we last spoke.

You tell me that someone else

will fill the empty space,

and her laugh won't echo much longer.

But my grief has the

same curve of her smile

that she carved into my heart

on the very first day I saw her.

I don't think anyone could fix me now,

even with a hundred stitches.