Not Meant To Be.

It seems like
Nothing but cruelty sometimes
How life can pull you
So fast from the only thing
you thought you knew
For sure and give you
No explanation other
Than harsh reality--
Not meant to be.

How can we
Be ripped so viciously from
What used to feel
Like the only thing right
In a world full of questions
How are we expected
To stand back and rebuild
Everything that was just stolen
From hearts leaving us cold and
Empty
Strange sense of
Uncertainty.

What is the place for
This large hole
In my heart
Formed by a game
With good intentions but sick outcomes
And sometimes it feels
As if that hole is only the shape of you
But theres only one purpose for this hole in my heart--

Someone else can fit through.