By Tina Regber
How many times can our wounds be mended
Before we just stay broken?
My heart is cracked open
And it bleeds
And I cry
Until I’m dry.
The cuts are so deep
That I wonder, if I’m still alive.
How could I be fine
After you died?
Only when I fall asleep,
Will I ever be by your side.
You were so young,
You didn’t deserve
To be hit by a car.
It feels so bizarre
Like a really bad trip
Maybe I will just rip,
And then fall apart,
Revealing my broken heart
Weaping and shaking
While I keep on braking,
And silently praying
That I can be put together again.
And that I will mend
Just leaving a few new scars,
Seeing your face in the stars.
Thinking of you chasing a bee
Or licking my face
Or climbing a tree.
One day, I will surely manage a smile
Though it might take me a while.
I hope, I’ll never forget the feeling of your soft black fur,
Or the sound of your satisfied purr,
Your tender voice, your graceful walk,
Your twinkling green eyes, your cute little paws.
I love you so much,
And now that you’re gone,
I’m left to pick up the pieces,
And try to move on.