Timekeeping

Write your self back in,
There are big gaps.
Your storey block is like a Jenga tower
In a game well played.
We all tell this-story until we love
Someone who doesn't exist
and we fall into the gaps.
Tumbling through silence
Into words they didn't say,
Places we didn't visit,
Homes that were left to crumble.
The dust settles on your soul,
By the missing chunks in the foundations,
Remainders passed down in
Whispers and saved trinkets.
Your metronome no longer keeps time.
I'm worried I broke it in the move.