You've Left Me Here (A Poem to LN)

You've left me here
in the cold of wasted years


and I'm lying
so still trying
not to feel
the lack of your presence
floods silence in my ear


I'm scrambling to pick up these pieces
while you leave unclaimed
what's left?

whispered words of prom queens
and best friends
underneath your breath


which painted portraits in the sky
and bound my soul to an endless vice.


You've left me here
at the bottom of a glass
in the middle of the night

But perhaps within all of this
what you've left to me


I can take these broken connections
and weave them in between
the brittle branches of trees
trapped under the ice


The kind that make hearts shatter
like a tourniquet twisted too tight


But before you stem off the flow
The breath you've been feeding, my soul,
remember you are an illusion
to the ones you think you know.