Missing Piece

Thump, thump, thump
The sound reverberates in my head
The never-ending off beat rhythm coming from the small box in his hands
He’s confident that he can open it
I believed it to be impossible, for the key was lost so long ago
Lost to the dark abyss of the lake, the box was supposed to be there too
Within it I had locked away all of the pictures of us and all the mixed CD’s we’d listen to
The old drumsticks from when you taught me to play set, and the guitar pick you gave me that I wore on a necklace
The memories of all the places we visited, the beach we couldn’t swim at because of all the jelly fish
The park where we’d lay in the grass staring at the clouds, daydreaming about the future
Summer nights when we’d sit by the fire and talk until sun rose, marking a new day
The arguments and fights we had over such small issues, all those regrets I can’t erase
All the scars and souvenirs we’ll never lose
The moment’s already passed me by but I can’t look away
Those last words you said before you walked away, you never turned back and I just let you go
Watching your back until I couldn’t see at all, the tears stung my eyes and slapped the pavement
The curb I sat on for I was unable to stand, unable to breathe, unable to even think
Frantic to put together what you had broken completely, fingers bleeding as I tried to pick up the pieces
There’s still a piece missing, a scar, it’ll never heal fully
The box now shattered, its contents scattered on the floor, old feelings fresh again, old wounds torn a new
And revealing the hole in my heart that I’ll never find again