Missing Pieces.

 I miss you.

All I have to do is listen to one song,

See one picture,

And I turn into a broken jigsaw puzzle,

With missing pieces.

Each tear I cry drowns my heart,

Each tear you never noticed.

I go through each day,

Feigning apathy to my memories of you.

Condemning others for weeping,

For adding their sorrows to mine.

I never confessed my sorrow.

And it still pains me to acknowledge it.

We never truly stop loving someone.

We just learn to live with agony.