Are you even sorry that you broke this?
That every breath I take is now a strain?
Do you think about the life we were living?
Does it trip you up to speak my name?
Did you know I was strong on the surface,
And now I’m broken to my very core?
Can you see the future that we spoke of
Now washing up in pieces on the shore?
I collect memories like sea glass.
I hope one day I’ll view them without pain.
I hope one day soon I will not feel broken
Every time I hear them speak your name.
Until then, I will walk with steps so heavy,
And I plan to resurrect a wall so high
That no one else will ever get to break me
And walk away to leave me wondering why.