I stare into the same blankness
But tears do not gush from my eyes...
Grief overtakes
My heart rests in unrest...
Blank paper and a pen
Words scribbled within the space...
Today I was dusting through
the attic of my heart...
<---???????---->i am empty with out you...
And even through it all...
....I still love you...
Your presence consumed
The love I have gently weaned...
Funny, isn’t it?
The questions I long to answer...
WE HAVE TRIED
You do not tell...
Do you remember last summer
when we explored parts of the city...
Is a wilted rose
Like a broken heart...
Her velvet petals are stricken like decaying flesh
And that taste of demise is upon her very breathe...