Don’t worry

the hole you left behind

when you walked away

is still there

In fact

it’s only gotten bigger

in your absence

It’s just not worth filling

when everyone that stands there

always finds a reason

to leave

And every time

they tear away another piece

of who and what I am

and drag it off with them

A little less of me

stays standing day by day

a little less sure

a little less certain

a little less clear

for each time I try to reassemble

I have to patch another crack

or fill another gap

only made by trying

to fill that void

I don’t know if I have it in me

to try again