I feel life slipping between the fingers of my hands like sand

and yet I am so young

so

where did you go?

why did you go?

repeated daunting questions i ask myself 

even though you are the only one who ought to answer them

my heart has a habit of beating

and sinking

healing and breaking

like a broken bone

if you aren't in the right position to heal 

the heart becomes deformed

imperfect 

practically idle

i feel the absence of everything

nothing

because once you left

everything else followed

i lost everything

i look for you in people

and i look and look

but at the end of the day

your'e you

and they're them

they say aftershocks

are worse than the earthquake

2 years of aftershock after aftershock

still dealing with what you left me with

everything

nothing