“And so it goes. My heart shattered
with one thought of you.”
And so it goes. My heart, once again, has shattered into a million pieces. Like a porcelain statuette, broken so many times over the years, that no matter how much glue you use, it will never quite look right again. This is how it feels when I think of you. Of what we had. And what we lost. This is how it feels to know there’s regret. That there was so much promise and possibility, yet in a blink of an eye, it was all gone. If I’m lucky, I’ll manage to not think of you for a few minutes. But then it’ll happen, and this pain will start all over again.
© Sarah Doughty
And so it goes.