After Death

I never in a
Million years
Thought as a
Kid that I would
Be the one
Breaking hearts.
But here I am,
Starting to
Believe that
I no longer
Love you,
Yet too
Cowardly to
Even try to
Tell you the
Truth.
Tell me,
After one piece
Of you dies,
What becomes
Of the rest?
I feel as though
That is an answer
We'll forever be
Searching for
And never find.