Being Broken

Day by day,

Living without

Your wide grin

And infectious giggle

Somehow

Became easier.

 

In the beginning

It was like placing

A band aid on a bullet hole

Wanting it to just magically heal.

 

 Pretending we never happened

Shattered me even more.

 

So steadily, I glued

The fragments of myself

Back together.

Fitting them where they belonged

 

Before the hurricane

Of you.

 

As the time passed by,

I became whole again.

And the broken me

Was part of a distant memory.

 

I suppose you developed into

Yet another deep scar

In my hopeful heart.