A light has been left switched on.
A spotlight shines on a rip.
Something, or someone,
necessary is not there.
I am tense because things are not as they should be.
Anything I would have stressed over
is not important anymore.
If my hands keep on moving
my brain won’t worry about the rip
which feels like a missing tooth in my mind.
During the day I give my mind a holiday
with music, reading or writing
to allow it the freedom to rest
and heal from the soreness of the rip.
There is always a part of my mind
that knows I won’t rest
until the rip does not exist anymore
and my girl is ok again.
Through My Eyes 