Misplaced

[no1special]

Our old stomping ground
your hometown

brings chills
ears ringing
heart still stinging

I should stop at the cemetary
while I'm here
not that you're there
because
you're no where

maybe in the air
way up there

at our restaurant
your memories haunt

it's been so long since I've seen your face
the last time
it's hard to place
every day a waste

my life
misplaced
including my future
this broken heart
needs more than a suture

[Night Writer]

Such perfection, silently slicing into me while reading such delicate words, I felt your sufferance.