Dear whomever it fits or will fit,
I regret to inform you that,
Even in life there is death,
And in the living, there is the dying.
The flying actions we choose to take,
They have a sense of sickened permanence,
The words said can’t escape from the poisoned air,
Scraps of glass not ever to be repaired.
Minds change and people grow scared,
Tape might be able to hold together,
Though the cracks always stay there forever.
Physical wounds may heal,
But emotional are not all that clear,
Especially when compared to the tears.
When you leave me,
And you will, like everyone else,
Know that you have a nail in my heart.
I remember your smile,
Our laughs, our ceaseless memories,
They stay in my heart like the mistakes,
I will continue to make.
Somedays it hurts,
Other days I smile,
Just know that I love you,
From now until forever.
The one left
behind.
