I stare deeply into
The night sky
Searching and hoping
For just one reason why
You had to die.
I grasp
For a moment
That is always
To far ahead
That you will be here instead of dead.
I cry
As I lie awake in bed
Trying to breathe air
That will never be there.
My heart once a whole
Now a half.
You stole the key to my sole
I will never
Be whole
Just a broken half.
– Heather Norwood