shards of the heart

twenty-one; emptiness

Dear Esther,

You'll never know how much sorrow fills me.

Right to the brim.

You'll never know how terribly much I miss you;
With my head always blue

I've forgotten how to smile,
Ever since you left;
My world has crumbled to the ground

I remember the last day we spent together...
At the carnival.

Oh, such a lovely place,
Teeming with fun and smiling grace,
Has turned into a sentiment of darkness;
A memoir

I feel utterly empty;
And a large gap has formed in the core of my heart

That missing piece is you, my friend,
Whom had faded from the face of earth with that part

All that is left are fragmented shards;
Made of fragile glass...

Quinn