Losing You


You’re gone.
And losing you is like
Losing my right shoe.
I still have what’s left,
But what’s the point?
Yet, I trudge on…
Putting my best foot forward.
A part of me is strong, impenetrable,
But the other is vulnerable
Like bare feet on shards of glass,
Or pebbles at the bottom of the river,
The one where you used to take me.
But there is no cool water here,
Only scorching tears.

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