Pieces of My Heart

by Alyson Miller

Where do our loved ones go, 

when they were ripped from our arms?  

Did they take a piece of our hearts with them?  

It sure feels like it.  

I feel them all around 

From the music in my ears,  

To the invisible hug when I’m crying alone. 

It brings me warmth on the coldest of days.  

 All around me, 

I feel their presence 

in rooms full of strangers and 

even ones that are empty.  

Those moments when I used to hold them close...  

now I wish that I chose to hold on even tighter... 

Longer.  

Feeling my arms around them one more time.  

In the memories that are attached  

to those who were taken from me 

I feel joy in  

remembering that they were once by my side.

Alyson Miller is a 20-year-old secondary education and English major with a love for exploring works of art. Her goal is to inspire young adult minds to find their own voices and discover a passion for learning. She wants to spend her summers traveling and gaining new perspectives on the world to share with her students and inspire them to look at life through new lenses.