The missing piece

So simple a cue sets him off

It starts so easily, a song, a sight,

a symmetry of what was once normal.

a flash of bitter memory

playing over in his head on repeat

but he is only reminded of how

it ends.

A simple raindrop sparks the flood,

he fights against memory,

he wants to forget, to fight

against the waterfall of heartache

still pouring over his mind,

around what used to be

his heart.

The harder he fights the deeper

he falls into the trance of a

never ceasing, never ending

spiral staircase of what could have been.

He searches for the right patch

to sow on, an adequate cry

for help.

He doesn't know where to start

it's a constant search for

the beginning of an explanation

that will help, that could fix,

could patch the hole he knows is there,

could recover the missing piece of

himself.