Begin Again

 What I thought would hurt the most 

 Was never experiencing the echos of your laughter 

 Still ringing in my ears on replay

 Or never being able to inhale your scent

 That perfect mix of clean clothes and cologne

 Like a child indulging in a new toy again

 Or your touch on my skin, comforting like a mother to a newborn

 Or even the mentioning of your name

 But those can not began to compare to

 Waking up in the morning every day reminded of your absence 

 Glancing at an empty phone screen, a screen that used to be 

 Filled to the brim with your messages, now empty and blank

 Being restrained from sharing the little parts of my day with you 

 Like If my coffee was extra good, or that A on my math test

 Someone else is telling you those little things now

 While you listen, your eager ears

 Soaking in every word like a sponge

 But the most painful part of losing you

 The part that left a gash on my soul from the hurt in my heart,

 Was that I lost a part of myself. 

  -t