Missing Pieces
Caught you in my reflection,
It zaps
My insides
Like a sting from a bee.
It is not the wisdom you exhibit in your eyes.
It exerts the rawness of our connection.
Trying to wrap
My head around the way we collide,
The way you bring the best out of me.
The way all that was lost, when you died.
Copyright © Amy Wallace | Year Posted 2019
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