Sunday, January 30, 2011

Eliot Tracz


Picking Up The Pieces

We are left to wonder “Why?”
What could I have said, or
What could I have done?

How do we pick up the pieces
And try to make a whole, when
Everything that’s lost, was everything we had?

How a neighbors voice in the hall
During another sleepless night, is not
You coming home or calling to say “Hello.”

These questions have no answers,
The walls stare back in silence, and I am left alone-
To begin picking up the pieces.

{Poem by Eliot Tracz}

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