I’m tired of missing someone
that was never mine to miss
So much pointless importance placed
on a presence long gone
and yet I can’t escape it
She was the best friend I’d had
in what seemed like forever
She was my validation
for the person I’d grown into
and when she disappeared
she took with her everything
that I had built within myself
It’s been so long now
and still the empty spaces
seek their fill of what remains
So slow to rebuild
that I’m not sure I’ll ever heal
Not completely anyway
There’s just that little bit
those small pieces of what I was
still lost out there somewhere
I cut myself on them
every time I think of her
still bleeding, still reeling
from the loss of what I never had