Memories

Memories lined up, neat and in a row; tagged and labeled, the missing pieces show. Dark forgotten holes that brake the chain; necessary gaps to keep me sane. He stole from me what I held dear and now I'm left with only fear. The pain is so deep and I hurt so bad. A fake smile on a child so sad. I thought that it was finally done. That, at last, I could understand fun. But he's still here inside my head. He won't leave even though he's dead. My soul is so empty, just a black hole. He took so much, I want back what he stole.