'X' Marks The Spot

 

'X' marks the spot
 

where I first found myself floored

reeling from the impact of a

ten ton truck

 

'X' marks the spot

where my heart was torn open

while others stood by
watching helplessly

'X' marks the spot

where hands closed around my throat
choking the air
from my burning lungs

'X' marks the spot

but there's no treasure
no matter how deep I dig

just an emptiness, a gaping wide hole

'X' marks the spot

of the sting, a sting I selfishly give thanks for

that's easier to recover from
than being

scraped up off the floor

heartbroken

or suffocated

'X' marks the spot

 of grief that still cuts deep

yet reminds me of how much
I love you

'X' marks the spot

of the man that could have been
should have been
would have been
you



Linking up with the poets at d'Verse

Scintilla Project: A Part Of Me Lost

Prompt:  Show a part of your nature that you feel you've lost.  Can you get it back?  Would it be worth it?

I heard someone say "it's time".  My breath caught in my throat as my heart pounded.  Two simple words that would forever change my life.  I wanted to shake them off like an ill fitting sweater but the more I struggled the tighter they took hold. 

My feet began to to move and I found myself inching towards the room where you lay.  There was a strange sound that seemed out of place . . . . . a death rattle filled the room, filling my heart and soul with its presence. 

I took your hand and just moments later I felt you leave.  With one last breath, you, the man who had meant the world to me were gone.  In that moment I felt ripped wide open as though there was a gaping hole right through the very core of me.  A part of me was lost that day.  Even though nine years have passed, and the hole is smaller, a part of me will remain forever lost.