Missing Piece

I shatter the image, the pieces are scattered
Ripped into the smallest of shreds
But I’m feeling empty missing what mattered
And knowing it’s still in my head

Walking quickly, picking up step
Leaving the past behind
Not looking back to even check
I just want it out of my mind

Like an afternoon shadow, it looms and haunts
Beating down on my guilty soul
I try to escape it, but it forever taunts
And I can’t get out of this hole

An abandoned house, empty and cold
Floorboards creaking in the night
And all you can feel is the past you sold
To win temptation’s fight

Lightning flashes and thunder resounds
To mimic the pounding in your head
Your past is winning; you’re losing ground
And there’s nothing that can be said

You attempt to piece the image back together
To shake the guilt from your mind
But it can’t be reversed – not ever
For there’s one piece that you won’t find

He took a piece when he disappeared
And buried it in the deepest of holes
This defines all that you feared – 
You’ll never get the piece he stole

Always wishing to be guiltless, complete
But the loss is there to remind
Of his thoughtless act and ultimate deceit
And the peace you’ll never find

Written October 2008