Falling Through the Cracks

Heart torn, edges sharp, no adhesive to bind,

Falling through the cracks in the map of my mind.

Empty chair at the table, clock ticks louder,

Echoes in the silence, grief grows prouder.

Memories in a frame, dusty glass,

Shadows of the past stretch long, never pass.

Lost the sun when you left, my skies turned to bruise,

The rhythm of my days now a hollowed-out blues.

Where you gone? The question's a knife.

Can't rewind, can't unlive this life.

I scream your name, but it falls through the black,

Losing you, like falling through the cracks.

The scent of you still lingers, ghost in the air,

Threads of your laughter caught in the fabric I wear.

Time, the thief, picks locks, takes what's dear,

Leaves me with the echoes and a river of tears.

Holding onto moments, but they slip, they drip,

Through fingers worn thin, memories rip.

A house full of whispers, walls tell lies,

Pretend you’re still here, but my soul denies.

Photographs fade, but the pain stays sharp,

A needle to the vein, tattooed on my heart.

How do I heal when the wound's a pit?

Fill it with words, but they don't fit.