Broken

I see fragments of my life
shards like lenses
views of memories

Knealing down I gather pieces
while my hands bleed painlessly
and my soul screams out

There is no one to call to
blood flows over sharp edges
I don't know what to do

Who will say your name
when I'm gone
Who will call out to you
until you come home
I will always love you
I wish that was enough
Too soon you were gone
from my life

Lisa Palmer
2008