Gone

The place where I protected my heart fell down and it was buried
in rot and rubble and broken hearts, a family pulled apart.
The damage was years but the scavenging was quick.
For it is when we trip that the time is split
and nothing can make us run any faster
than when the monsters are chasing us.

So now it's gone for I had to flee without rescuing what was a part of me.
Now there it sits to be collected by agents who want their money more than they want answers.
And it's my fault in the end, because I trusted myself more than I trusted that God would carry my heft.
And so here I sit and pray in time I won't look back and want to cry.