Eggshell Heart
I am living. I remember you.
Writing about the fragility of eggshells
and the human condition.
To tell you the truth, I thought I knew what fragile meant.
I’ve never felt so damn fragile
Since you chose to leave
Haunted and yet somehow fascinated.
Knowing now exactly what ‘Found in a vehicle’ amounts to.
I am living, I remember you.
Where hope once lived
An ache moved in
I want so much more than memories.
Still, I’ll remember you forever
Probably curse you too.
Even though you somehow thought
Your life would leave no mark.