Gone

I wrote this after saying goodbye to a very sweet little boy who means the world to me. A shortpoem, but very much a documentation of how I felt that day, and how I still feel when I think about him.

I lost a piece of myself today.

Taken or given, it makes no difference.

A piece of my heart, my soul, my being was lost

and now, I am lost as well.

 

I know just where to find the missing piece

although I am not able to

go retrieve it.

 

The piece is in a better place,

getting more than I could ever give.

Is it possible to have a mother's love

without giving life?

 

I spend my nights long and awake,

crying, wanting to be out there.

But I know distance must be kept.

 

Forgive me love,

for not following.

I don't want it to end this way

but as hurt as we are,

as scared as we are,

it is best.

 

Best for you.