Once it’s gone,
it’s hard to know why it left
or if it’ll ever come back.
It leaves a hole in your being, yet
right at that moment,
you’d rather have that hole than anything else.
All the years count for nothing.
All those words
and the little things,
the places and the people shared
are water under the bridge.
You just want to end the pain,
to walk and leave it all behind.
it’s only bricks and mortar.
Copyright Kevin Buckle 2015