Something Missing

part of me 
                        died
                     the day
                     she died.

                        but i 
                     don't know
                     which part

                        i'm still searching.

                     nothing seems missing.

                     except part
                     of her heart.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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De Beaulieu Avatar
April 3, 2019 at 11:45 AM
hello Allen Bilschmit Sr. it is okay to miss her. She will be with you in spirit. She will always be apart of you. Have a nice day my friend.
Krutsinger Avatar
April 3, 2019 at 3:01 AM
When someone dies who is close to us, they take a piece of an essence of ourself that we never had to name before,for we never realized it was there until it was missing. That is the crux of this poem, and the brilliance of it also.
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