one year ago yesterday
was the day my heart broke
not in pieces, just a crack
a spark that ignited the fire
the day I was told I'd lose you
to the nine hundred miles of land between us.
on April seventh of last year
my heart broke a little more
when you told me we wouldn't survive the distance
I cried, and threw my silver necklace on the floor
the one you'd given me for my birthday the day before
with the note that said you loved me.
on July first you came over
I'd hardly seen you lately and I couldn't decide whether I still knew you
so I gave you back your sweatshirt
and a book I'd filled with our memories
and I walked you to the door
and I cried
for the nearly four years we'd been together
and the two minutes it took to end it
for the fight that you didn't give when I said this was the last time
I'd see you
my heart was breaking.
on October eighth
we'd have had our anniversary
four years since the day I asked you
and I'd have felt warm and light with the love I had for you
but instead I felt empty, hollow
like the part of you in my heart had left me
piece by piece.
it is 1 am
on March twenty-forth
and all I can think of is how
you smiled at me when we kissed
how you were always humming a song
how you stopped answering my texts
how you didn't really know me
how you stopped loving me a long time ago
and I didn't notice
and my heart is broken.