Shattered

I can hear the sound of a single tear falling from your eye and crashing into the ground,

like a tiny fragment of a heart of glass hitting the pavement, and shattering into a thousand pieces.

For now the pieces are unrecognizable, and unable to be placed back together.

This is where you have now lost a part of yourself, never to return;

the way I did so many nights before.

My once bruised and battered heart, had begun mending its self, yet still in critical condition, attempts to beat in your direction. It stops short of crying out to you when it beats, and the pain sears through the tightly wound bandages that still hold the pieces in place.

In hopes that one day, if unwrapped a new layer will have grown to hold its own.

As I looked into your eyes, I see the pain that held my heart captive for many moments in time. Many nights I thought a dawn would never arrive.

I recognize you; I’ve seen you before. I’ve Felt you before.

How the tables turn, where I would be on the other end. The one causing the pain.

Is this all attributed to cause and effect or am I just making the wrong decision?

I look at that all too familiar panic piercing from your eyes, to mine, yet hardly

penetrating my system.

I feel pain, not because I yearn for you any longer…

but because I know you. I was you.

I was you in this position short months ago…all caused by you.

So, what do you say to someone crying out for you, when they were the one who pushed you away and forced you to move beyond…

Beyond to what you thought was a solid ground, yet you sit so uncomfortably now?

What do you say?

As I watch some more tears fall to where my hand would usually catch them and then wipe the rest away from your face.

Only… this time they fall. I let them.

Fall to the ground with no safety net, because I want to move but am frozen in time.

I just cant make a sound. A movement.

Something I’d been waiting for so long to hear; something I’d been wanting for so long to see.

Here we are, and I am paralyzed by the fact that my heart no longer reaches for you in the night.

And it pains me to say this, even in the privacy of my mind,

but more so aloud to where you ears can pick up on the notion that maybe I’m not in love with you any more…

The scary thought of truly moving on.

Moving forward.

Moving alone, without you. You, without me.

For we…we’ve moved apart.