I forgot what you looked like

For the second time this week

My mind slipped up and I

Gasped for the breath I knew

Was never coming.

I’ve started to think

about you like I think

about how to breathe-

I don’t register the act of

Actually doing it,

It just happens in its own

. . . I am pushing

my writer's clump 

around the cold

paper like some 

poorly cooked 

vegetable, though

Granma did well to

roast each morsel 

of family folklore,

and Mama for her 

part did, too, to do

what she could to

salvage leftovers for

those lunch heroes,

and now, it's my turn

to learn the secret

recipes lest I go to bed 

hungry without supper

#gag #didyoulearnyourlesson #challenge

I see them everywhere,

but are they little bits of my life?

no, they are tiny fragments of my heart

scattered everywhere

particles and atoms

formed in pieces and fragments

that make a beating, bleeding heart

I see them, as I look at the ground

I see them everywhere

yet, I cannot pick them up

they slip through my fingers

they crack from my touch

my warm flash

turning those little bits into ice

I stare at them

and mourn what was once inside of me

in my very core and center

I still have my beating organ

I still have my life

the blood runs through me

the atoms move

yet I miss those pieces of me

that cared more

I miss that naive side

that believed

she is still there

she cares

she feels

but somehow she grows quieter

with every missing little bit

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From the moment I read this challenge, I heard this song :

https://youtu.be/D8JzwrD5dvk