Fragments

Donathen my love,
An explosion of sorts went off inside of me when you died, and blew our love into fragments. The fragments float and seek solace.The fragments seek one another, trying to put themselves back where they once were. But it will not happen. The devastation of your death is evident. Everyone who knew you, is gravitating towards one another. Hoping, grasping, trying to find the ghost of you through one another. We are not people who would naturally be with one another. All of us abandoned. Orphans. And we are fighting over silly things because our feelings are similar and there are jealousies of who was the favorite, and there are jabbings through the internet, but the jab feels like a real jab and even though words are just that, I read through the lines. And the jabs cause small tears but no blood comes out. I hate everyone who loved you. I love everyone who loved you. It is an odd mixture of emotion. But it is a working out of things, a coming to terms, an attempt at making a cohesive piece of art with all of the fragments that are floating in each of us.