Excerpts from a Broken Moment #28
I was vibrant once.
vivacious and full to the brim with life itself.
that seems like a distant dream now,
as I sit and stare into space.
I find myself forever distracted by the curve of your lips, and the angle of your shoulders.
I stare into space,
terrified that if I move this image of you will disappear,
and I’ll be stuck chasing down a memory,
the way I once chased your love.