First Place

Remember the day

I stabbed myself in the heart

as you walked away from 

a teary-eyed me?

Without emotion,

I tried to embrace you

but you quickly 

drew back...

and I felt the death of

our love engulf me 

instantly,

drowning me in 

a heavy and looming black

ocean of emptiness

that my tears poured into like

a waterfall; 

Spilling into the 

body of your 

sea of departure,

you didnt see me

fall apart-

you were quickly gone

to be away from

me as fast as you could...

but I fell broken 

and alone under 

the shadow of 

a thick tree 

in spring bloom...

I visited this

memory often-

Under that tree I 

was forever haunted...

and I would find 

myself looking around on

the ground to see

if 

(there was any way that possibly...)

I would find

the knife that 

I had stabbed my corazon with 

on that weary

and agonizing 

day.