| Missing is not a strong enough word.
Hearts are left breaking behind my footfalls as I walk. Shards of red glass, left shattered, looking so small against the sidewalk. What am I in this world, if every step I'm taking is breaking hearts, and more than half of them are my own. |
Copyright ©2008 Ashi Shadow 3/22/08 On Katie
Listening to Missing You by John Waite.
Not the first time I've used the "half of them are my own" for breaking hearts in a poem.