Pieces Of Me

Shattered glass on the floor is a silhouette of my soul

As I collect the pieces, memories cut deep

Exposing my vulnerable weakness 

That I’ve displayed to you many times

I don’t want to hurt anymore, but I don’t know how to forgive

Frustrated and alone, I convince myself I’m better off

Still plagued by the urge to have you again

Only to be broken . . . again

Remembering Smitty

A co-worker of mine recently passed. It was completely out of the blue and to my surprise, devastating. You never know how much you care for someone till they're no longer here for you to tell them it seems. I questioned myself about why this loss was so hard for me. A friend of mine said to me, "At the end of the day, you see your co-workers more often than your own family. Unknowingly they become family." She was right. I felt a deeper closeness with Smitty.

Tracey Smith was a sweet person. She was genuine and sincere. She always asked about my son (which I now wish she could have met), and man . . . did we have some great laughs. The thought of her passing is a true burden on my heart.

I wish our last conversation had been longer.
I wish our last laugh had been harder
I WILL MISS YOU SMITTY