A Falling Star Fell From Your Heart

And when it happens; its painful. I know I am the star that fell to my untimely death. Left in the dark...alone. Trying my hardest to regain the shadow of your heart at the very least. And yet its more difficult to navigate than a darkened hall. As I travel alone in my new found loneliness I wonder what the twilight of your heart looks like. As I fell from grace this time I am without the usual musings of fond memories. Shards of broken glass reflect the pieces of memories that once were. The pieces that might just be too difficult to reconfigure alone. The hands drained of their velvet red, scarred with just the remnants of the pain that hurt for a moment and then subsided. There is no new day without the reflection of your heart in my hand. The jagged memory of your offering of comfort I longed for but no longer do I pine for its perils of wisdom. I navigate the seas alone again and this time, the wounds heal much faster than the speed of light and sound. So fast that as I take my next breath the pang of longing disappears in its expulsion. And you wonder if this time it hurts...............yet not one moment.