The Puddle

Waiting at the bus stop,

As time ticked slowly by.

I idly looked at a puddle,

And found it staring back.

Co- incidence or inevitable,

Or just a reminder from above?

Of the emptiness that tugged,

From deep within my heart.

Happiness, joy, hope and fear,

Are feelings that I hold so dear.

For if not these, there is nothing,

That nothingness, I fear.

For there will always be a missing piece in me,

After that day I said, “Goodbye.”

And the emptiness to remind me,

Of the love and dreams I left behind.

But this is life!

As sad as it may seem.

I must move on,

And not let that emptiness consume me.

- Karen Pereira.

Goodbye and thank you for the memories.