There Still Remains

I wrote this poem a few years ago for a Valentine's poetry contest in my school newspaper. It reflected a very real time in my life where I was struggling with problems of the romantic sort.

Your train stopped by

Late one autumn

How could I know

I’d hit rock bottom

The pieces flew

In every direction

The image of you

Only a broken reflection

Now I sit in this mess

Looking for peace

Searching for rest

I breathe in this smoke

Regretting every day I never spoke

Despite my crashes,

There still remains

Love in this wreck

Love in these ashes

Without you

I’m lost in my head

Wandering in the dark

Walking among the dead

I still hold onto

The things you said

The way I felt

The way I bled

Your words are

Clear as mud

But there still remains

Love in this darkness

Love in this blood

This all has to soak in

Our silence must be broken

What can I do?

I’ll never forget you

I’m fixing these pieces and parts

There still remain open arms

And love in this heart