Bricks and mortar

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.

After all,

it’s only bricks and mortar.


Copyright Kevin Buckle 2015

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