Some Assembly May Be Required

The bitter chill makes me crave the warmth that I once knew. Now that all of that is gone I sit and wonder if I will ever know the feeling again.

Being convinced that what we had is the most meaningful thing I have ever been a part of is making it difficult to see the faint, glowing red light of the setting sun and tell myself that it's going to be better tomorrow.

Now that you are gone, it feels like every fiber of my being that was attached to you went with. I'm forced to put a life back together with the left over parts and after expending so much effort in putting everything I've got into what we had, I don't have much left to work with.

I have to scavenge the graveyards of my mind, as well as the ancient libraries that are filled with not much more than dust and spider webs, and piece together a person that might be worthy of loving.

Sure, I have been able to find arms and hands to do work with. A pair of legs to wander about on. Hardened eyes that are accustomed to darkness but know that there is yet, beauty in this world.

Still I shiver and look on with doubt. The cold is really setting in and I am constantly reminded of what I still miss..

The heart that left with you was the only one that I had stashed away.