Unconscious

The fact that I loved her Was my hearts undoing. To let go was the lesser of two evils. I found myself unable to. The fear that I would begin to miss out on something more. Did you ever truly care.   My life began to unravel one moment at a time. What was it like to touch. Perhaps breathe. The girl I once knew. To know and love. A long pause in the hope of being resuscitated after a world of black. known as nothing but a memory.   Fractured. Unconscious to every good bye in the memory of every good day. The tragedy of the unexpected. Not fully knowing the depth of bruise. Left unraveled, unprotected by the comfort of a full spool.   A loose thread that's reached it's end. Still attached to the spool. A long pause in the hope of being resuscitated after a world of black. Everything as but a memory. Did you ever truly care