Day 15: a broken heart

I lost you.

And it's funny because

you're the person that I wanted to call to talk to..

to tell you that my heart was broken.

And when I had no one to call that would know just how badly it hurt,

I understood even more

How unprepared I truly was for this kind of sting.

Second time around doesn't make it any easier to find the shattered pieces of yourself..

Which card did I play that lost me the whole game?

Which bet did I make that left me out for broke?

Which step did I take that landed me on my face

and left me with my pride on which to choke?

That same night I finally knew I'd lost you,

I found God at my bedside with news in his eyes.

He said that I could handle His needing another piece.

And before I could decode his will,

He lifted my aunt off to His kingdom.

(Another goodbye I didn't get out)

And again,

I wanted to call you and cry on the phone

because you were the adhesive that kept me together..

But this time,

I knew

that I had to learn to hold without you

Poetic Hamartia