Picking Up The Pieces a Collection of Poems

Reach

I reach for you, but your not there,
Days grow long with out you near.
Many nights I lay awake thinking of you,
Fearing the worst, praying it's not true.
My heart literally broke when you left,
It pounds so fast, and I've lost my breath.
I wonder often if you think of our happy times,
Or do you clutch to what you call my "past crimes."
I kept trying, praying, pleading in despair,
Reaching for hope that you still care.
I reach for you, but your not there,
I reach out, looking for you anywhere.
But I realize now, you don't want to repair,
That you won't reach out, that you won't be there.
Because to reach out would mean that you cared.
So I cling to my heart, as it withers and dies,
I continue to reach, with tears in my eyes.

By: Nicole Robles
9/16/17