Pieces

Each and every time I pick the pieces up.

Each and every time I just want to give up.

My will power takes a beating each and every day.

I’m not sure I can carry on If life continues in this way.

What is lost is lost, that much we know is true.

But the loss hurts so very much, we are what we go through.

There are many different things our pain can shape us into.

Perhaps mine will be love, for evil I wish not to do.

I wish I had done better by her.

I wish that I had changed.

Given her all that I promised, and shielded her from the rain.

I know that wishing is pointless and that I should carry on.

But how can you expect me to when my best friend is gone ?

I know that one day I’ll see her.

And the hurt will go away.

But what can I do in the in-between, what can I ever say ?

Should I learn to love again ? Or harden up my heart ?

I am afraid to stumble for without her I am lost in this dark.