Where Does It Go From Here

By Amanda Tinker

From here, this one moment

Where does it go?

Does it slip away?

Through the splits of my heart

Would it even crawl its way back?

Does it seep down

Into the winding curves of my body

Does it stop to think

"What am I doing?'

Does it realize it needs me?

Please turn around and praise me.

It's reached its end.

Final stop and it pretends

It fakes a smile, then slams the door.

It's gone.

It no longer needs my warmth.

It no longer needs me.

The tears have dried up

And I ask myself

Where do I go from here?