Missing Pieces

When they don't talk

I feel alone.

Utterly alone.

It's scary.

It's terrifying.

It's like a part of me is missing.

Like I'm gone.

Like...

I'm no longer me.

Like,

I can't be me.

I'm a wall.

Or a piece of cardboard.

I have no depth.

I have no color.

I'm missing the most significant things that make me-

me.

*Sobs*

I knew you'd miss us.

I knew you'd come to love us.

How are you, my dear?

Feel better now?

Hello.

Yes.

The End

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