I find these fragments of you,
in places my soul cannot bear.
My mind conceiving a picture of you in every moment, creating stories of you, when you’re not there.
Filling the spaces you left,
the moments where I should most be alive,
I’m dead because of the memories of the past.
Let me free my heart from the shackles of this grief,
to lay aside the love we no longer have.
To pass by these fragments without the longing to make it whole again.