The Break Up

Looking back now it seems
Like it is a painting
Of my shattered memories
Across the canvass.
Tiny me, standing with my head held high
In front of this six foot frame
Filled with nothingness that
...Oh so empty.
Desperately trying to hold on
To the little realities
Of my insane fragment.

Oh dear God
Could this not all be a dream.
Now I have to breathe in
The dust of letting go.