a heart to fit

this world will never stop turning

and those that have left us

we’ll never stop missing

it’s inevitable to say,

I will one day be missed,

maybe not by you, but someone,

somewhere, I may of caught

in a moment of bliss,

coincidentally glancing

the same time I caught their eye,

is it such a sorry tale

to of lived and died

having found no heart to fit

tighter than the one that beats

inside this beaten spirit