Reconstruction

I tried to shove the open truth
between every layer of the wound
that constantly aches in my chest,

every muscle
every vein
every beat

hoping I would find the edge
of tomorrow wedged between
the memories of you and me.

They say the healing is in
the aching but there are days
when my sighs are not quite
deep enough

(they linger when all I really
want them to do is settle)

and coffee just doesn't
taste the same without
you drinking half of my
cup before getting your own.

-

We were the architects of
our life and now you're
gone and I'm still here,

filing unfinished blueprints
and reconstructing what's
left of a condemned heart.

*Saffie's Title Toss entry

Copyright 2014: Hannah K.