Confessions of Lost Love

By Jessica D'Ambrosio

There is something missing, isn’t there?

It is something I should never have touched.

I should never have picked up and turned over and over in my hands.

I should never have taken it from where it was and brought it to my home.

I should never have set it on the shelf like a trophy and admired it when it caught my eye.

I should have put it back where I found it and left it alone.

It is missing from that shelf because it was never mine to begin with.

I should never have played with it the way I have and dropped it on the floor so many times.

I should never have let it break, because you know how hard it is to mend.

You should have never let me touch it.

You should have taken it away from me right away.

You should never have let me go home with it.

You should have known it was precious and not mine for the taking.

You should have never let someone like me break it,

Because when I fade away and take your heart with me,

I will bring it home and play with it and drop it on the floor and break it.

It is so hard to heal, isn’t it?

Oh well…