Not Over Yet

poems bout being left hollow

                Not Over Yet
Haunting me for some unknown reason, I caught myself sitting and staring at these memories
The frozen Arctic Sea looms in the back of my mind

Humbled
That a force which has chiseled its own pathway for centuries could be left motionless in mid-rapture
Quieted by some unknown and unexpected horror (in an instant)
Leaving lifeless fragments if itself exposed to the world
Quietly
Recognition creeps in and for the first time since you left
I see how you left my soul