Empty

A broken Heart is like an empty sanctuary…

it was meant to be filled with life giving substance...

but now it just

empty...

No crowd no clot

Nothing stays there long...

and how could it...

when there are so many cracks and open spaces

Worst thing is

I don’t know how to fix it

there is no spirit anymore just a shell of what once was

and

I don’t know how to fill it

it used to overflow with hope and inspiration

but

I don’t know how to mend it

the foundation is broken nothing can hold it together

and

I don’t know if I should store it

because

there is no use in keeping something that is

Empty

Little Things

Its the small moments you have with others that are the most memorable. Like the inside joke with the college crew or simply the way he looks at you. These small encounters weave together to strengthen the relationship we have created .