It holds everything, but not everything.
The secret conversation in the dark, the heart ache of two lovers drifting apart.
This place was special, yet I barely can remember what it looks like.
I just remember the things that happen there.
The way it made us feel as stood on its grounds.
It was not a home; it was just a room.
The room where the family would meet, the room where they would part.
It could not hold heat or air, yet it was full of it year-round.
It was not always there; it was something added on as the family started to grow.
It was the bed for some of us, it was the dance rehearsals for most.
The place that gave us hope, but also showed us everything is temporary.
It gave us grief, over the dead.
It saw us cry as we try to heal the broken parts of our body not could not quite heal.
It brought us to together as it was slowing tearing us apart.
This was not just a room; this was our room.
This was the den.
My mind is open, but it is not free.
My heart is broken, but it is not shattered.
My love is real, but no longer here.
My strength is weaking, but my soul is on fire.
My anger is real, but my hatred is gone.
My doubt is selfless, but my giving will never change.
I have tried all that I can to be me, but me is no longer working.
I do not know any other to be, but I know me is just not enough.
I thought I was going to be whole by now, but I am just as broken as ever.
Will my life ever change, will my love ever stop being ignored.
The answers are not giving at the best, but the rest is what we need.
I cannot give an answer to the you, but can you give one to me.
Is what I am doing in vain, but just my pain.
I could just be too open and broken to know, but I have to find the reason for being.
My tears are dry.
My heart is broken, but my love is strong.
I need you around, but I need to move on.
To what I am not sure.
We fight so hard, yet we cannot love any more.
I used to think that I needed you, but true is I do not.
I want you, but I do not think that you want me.
You used to love me, at least that is what I think.
We need to have a conversation where we can talk face to face.
This will help me, but I know it is not what you want.
My heart is full of pieces, and they all belong to you.
They need to be put together, but that is something I cannot do.
I wish I could live in your eyes, and you live in my heart.
I know I hurt you and it was supposed to be for better or worse.
It never said when then line was to be cross.
I guess it is just broken for us to be.
Now I must put my pieces tighter on my own.
I hate you, but I need you.
I tried to love you, but it broke me.
I used to run to you, now I run from you.
You were my strength, but I became your desire.
The love we shared had no bounds.
The hurt we hold is stronger than the ground.
The hope we shared is no longer there.
The love of my life I can never call again.
I wish we this did not happen, but it did.
The you plus me was all we had.
Then it became much more than we could bear.
Tomorrow is a new day, fir us to see.
Will it be one to remember or one that blows through the trees.
Look up at the sky and you will see me.
I will always be there; you just might not see.
The sun came up today.
This was the first time I got to see its light become to be.
It came up slow, first peeking out the trees, then over the mountain top.
This morning was different.
It was cold, and not the wind breezy was a little too high.
Something was off I could not figure out why.
I look around and I did not see you.
I did not feel your morning breath of my neck, the smell of your morning drink from the kitchen.
The smell of you.
It hit me right then and there that you were not here.
I would not be able to share these moments with you.
Who would have guessed that my first morning sunrise would be your sunset?