Looking out the window I find that my mind tends to wander, thinking of all the places I have seen and all the events I have gone to and dream of more. I remember when I had no scars no broken parts; I was complete. But now, I feel as though half of me is missing, broken in two, wanting to be whole again. Alone, I cannot fix it, only pray to have some one understand and help.
Looking out the window I see her leave, drive off and think of where she’s going, to the mall, to the movies, or to the lake with him. Again I wish I could be whole. But here I am at the cold window ledge wishing I were there.
This is my life, the life of a locket, a locket that only had a moments glory before I wore out and broke my other half.
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