Torn Time

A Delicate Wrinkle 

Much has been lost

A cavernous emptiness 

Pulls and pushes

Moving ever closer

Existence heavier 

Than nothing.

Torn open wide with jagged edges

Stretched across the table, 

barren and cold,

Taken too soon

Nothing left

A treasure removed...

Were you ever mine? 

Regrets

Despairing

Heart beyond repair

Torn apart

Drawn asunder

Little wrinkles around your eyes

Foreign and fragile

A familiar feeling

 taken  too soon...

I love you

I miss you

I'm sorry

It all feels so wrong,

 to be without you.

The one that I know 

And don't know 

Little child, 

Little child,

Little Child...

I couldn't protect you... 

Can you ever forgive me?  

What will become of this tragedy?