Fracture

I did not know the frailty
Of my soul until you left
And it shattered into
A dozen fragments;
With jagged edges piercing me
Stabbing me from the inside.
One fragment wants
To celebrate my solitude,
While another is distraught at the same.
One tries
To weave a future without you,
While one lies hopelessly tangled
In our past.
One wants to introspect, cut off from the world,
Yet one craves company
To numb itself.
One wants to mask the pain with laughter,
One cries
Quietly in the corner
And every fragment screams for attention,
Yet, every fragment I try to hold on to
Digs deep into my skin;
Hurting, then shattering
Into a dozen more pieces until
All that's left is sand
In an hourglass
That's out of time.