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Part of You
July 6, 1997
I put my hand to my head
where thoughts of you still haunt me.
I put my hand to my mouth
where the urgency of your kiss lingers.
I put my hand to my heart
the one you shattered carelessly.
I put my hand to my stomach
and recall what is no longer there.
I'm filled with mixed emotions.
Is it grief or relief?
It would've been hard,
this I know,
but at least I would still have part of you.
Perhaps this was for the best.
Perhaps this was a blessing in a painful disguise.
Or was it God's punishment for our sins?
Either way, it is over now.
And I am left alone.
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