Through windows,in wishing wells,whispering in the wind...that's where I find you.

I die a little,In the echo of your silence.

In that wounded place,buried betweenmy ribs and letting go,I miss you.

Bridge burned from end to end,and I don't miss you anymore.You delivered silenceI've birthed freedom.

I can't love anymore.Except for you...I love you so much it hurts to breathe.

I was just an option.Blown easily to piecesand offered to the skyby the sweet laced painupon your lips.

You are the poemthat sticks in my throatteaching me to whisperwith the voice of my heart.

Broken.As I search for hope,In the same eyesI lost it.

Steep fall to the groundshatteringlike clay pigeons missed by bad shotsand unsteady hands.