Shrapnel Endings

Why do I still mourn for you?

When I chose to leave,

Escape the broken pieces,

Before the shrapnel tore me apart,

Yet here I am, crying over an ending,

One I was never meant to have.

Empty

There is a popcorn ceiling above my bed,

I like to think of it as constellations,

Or the freckles on the face of Mother Earth,

One day I left to study and when I came back-

My little universe was gone, she had left.

The ceiling stripped bare leaving an abyss,

And I wonder if this is how it feels to be empty?

I spotted a magpie,

And I couldn’t help but agree,

We were both filled with sorrow.

I thought it had ended then,

In that moment,

Where we’re oceans apart.

You gave me a glimmer of hope,

But I can see now it’s not the ending we’d hoped for.