At Least To Me...

Do you collect pieces of

people's hearts?

Display them on a shelf

that only you can admire?

Does this bring you happiness

and love?

Your voice, music to my ears

and soul.

We talked and laughed.

Discussed our lives.

Designed gardens for flowers

and food.

Talked about what we wanted

in our home.

We made plans.

But something changed, you stopped

talking to me.

Was it the age difference?

The distance apart?

Or did you only want a piece of my

heart to carry away?

I miss you, or at least the you I talked to,

more that you will ever know.

It was almost like you were

real.  At least to me...you were.