what to do

What do you do

When you have lost 

A part of you

In the heart of another?

When you put together 

All the pieces but one 

Or two are always lost?

When you go to write joy

But all that is left is sorrow?

The songs that once meant 

How greatful you felt 

For finding each other again

Are now painful reminders 

Of a parting of ways.

The colors that were vivid, 

Have lost their hue. 

There is no thing like a happy day

The best we get

Are just not as bad

Power of place

There is a morose magic of place.

Where you were when they first said hello, or goodbye

The place where you first held hands, that now has pain attached.

The street where they live, that you have no business driving down now.

The days of the week that were yours but now the calendar is bare. 

I cant go there anymore, the power of the place is too painful. 

So I'll try, to walk my path, wishing I could do so with your hand entwined in mine again.