Broken Love

I wake up every morning, and see your face looking at me from the picture of our first date. A memory in a frame, you always say. I wish I could frame this feeling in my stomach, butterflies of joy that try to escape every time I think of you.

My day seems lighter, brighter, nicer.

I skip breakfast and wear my blue sweater, the one you said made my eyes look like sapphires. I walk through the park to our special place, our private space, reserved just for you and me.

And there you are, making my heart beat a little faster. You turn to face me and my heart breaks a little more, as fragile and close to shattering as glass. You try and smile, but I can see you drowning in sorrow through your eyes.

I hope that in time we will heal together, but for now I take your hand and try to lead you through a new day. One step at a time, one step away from your past and one small step towards the future.

Together