November 23, 2007
The shattered pieces of a smashed cell phone lay beside the remains of my once held together heart. If you hadnít let go it wouldnít have dropped. Remnants are never pieced together in the same fashion. Everything has been altered. And Iíll manage to gather enough scraps to begin again. But the sum doesnít equal the whole. And the reception fades in and out. I hear them and nothing is said. They find me and the machinery inside fails and chances are missed, calls are denied. The service provider has stopped providing all maintenance repairs. And my heart stops beating.