Missplaced Apologies

• Jessica Nasr, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2008

You start off with the little things, But they don't matter much,
A box that softly 'tings',
A toy,or a purse clutch.
Even a Gold locket,
One that's on chain,
A key that's in your pocket,
Or a toy collectors train.
And then it get's more serious,
To things that matter more,
And you become delirious,
Your heart feels somewhat 'sore'.
For losing your nan's picture,
That she took before she died,
Or a pretty crystal structure,
With mum's picture on the side.
A dried rose your first love bought you,
Your great-grandfathers cane,
Your baby dress,that's light blue,
You can't help but feel the pain.
But what I really mean,
Is what is truely lost,
The one's that make you keen,
To get back at all costs.
The one's that really matter,
That mean everything to you,
But they've served you on a platter,
So your heart just melts straight through.
The people you deserve,
To have here by your side,
But they've still got the nerve,
To take you for a ride.
The pain,it just might kill you,
You've lost all you hold dear,
They've stabbed you with a knife,too,
But,when you scream they cannot hear.
They end it with no meaning,
You feel like you could die,
You feel there is no healing,
No reason for good-bye..