Headaches, Malfunctions, and funny little Skeletons.

Waves

People seem to walk in and out of my life.
And I always find myself being the peace keeper, keeping peace among those who don't handle loss too well.
But recently I've misplaced an important artifact.
One of the first documented steps
That I took in the direction of happily missing you.
I've never lost a poem before, and did you know that if you care about your poetry as much as I do they compare to people too.
Although I've lost people in my life, those around me prepared me for it.
So who was suppose to prepare me for this kind of pain, this kind of loss.
They say to have control over your emotions, don't let tidal waves of sadness take over your life.
But I feel this sadness ripple and crash between my ribs.
I feel like I'm silently drowning because I can't tell someone that I've lost just a poem.
But my poem was mine, I made it myself, it's laced with my pride and selfishness. An entire artifact of my life.
And I lost it.