Sausage

For its the ones whom I have loved
and could not keep
That will torment me for the rest of my days

Each One
Occupying their own universe
Compiled of "What Ifs?"

Each One
Taking another piece of my heart with them

But I don't think I mind so much
Having bits of my heart spread out
For it only leaves more surface area
For new love to seep in

"There is no remedy for love but to love more"
-Henry David Thoreau
July 25th, 1839
13 days after his 22nd Birthday