Shattered

Pain physical
Pain emotional

Both heal
Both scar

My love deep
My love sincere

Each day I awakened early hours just to speak 
Cherishing a few moments to simply hear your voice
Without hesitation, when another beckoned, I was disconnected

My heart shattered
The broken pieces, crushed

Rejected
Tossed aside
In the storm I cry
Solitary, left standing alone

Begged you to leave with me
Implored to start a life

You would not
You did not

Was I —                         
 –a dalliance?
–a distraction?

…only to be granted an audience at your convenience? 
…only to serve at, and for, your pleasure? 

Each day I check for a message
Each day there is none

Although not your first choice
Say but the words and I am again yours


I write of the damaged and broken, because that is the norm. For each person who overcomes their demons, there are hundreds, if not thousands, who do not.

It is their stories I tell. 

“Who am I?”20190630_1305207795170130459536580.jpg

I am an independent, self-published teller of tales,
an author, as of yet, scarcely any renown.
However, as a storyteller, I know who I am,
and with that persona, I am both confident and comfortable. I invite you to visit my website,

ShortStoryScribe.com

and/or Amazon Author Pages

Joe Leonardi              Scono Sciuto

if you are so inclined please purchase a copy and leave a review.

Thank you,

Joe

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