The Missing Star
An empty destination
knowing not where paths may lead.
Un forsaken is the day
when the bloom turned into seed.
Relentless is the nagging
of what could have taken place.
In hind site takes its toll,
removes the smile from my face.
Like a butterfly back to the form
of its beginning state.
Its beauty wiped from existence
a tattered heart as it deflates.
The wholeness of the picture
as I'm watching from afar.
An uneasy thought emerges,
for my skies's missing a star.
Copyright © Kimberly Wells | Year Posted 2015
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