May 7, 2010
Words words words
Meaningful look
Compassionate sounds
Arms reached out
Moving me this way
Now that
Guiding me here
Set me down
Afraid to touch to hard
Like transparent air
Not flesh and bone
More words, sounds
Assurance, promises
Uncomfortable silence
Restless movements
He slowly leaving
Drawing away
From unknown pain
Backwards glance
Door shuts
All alone
Silence surrounding


This is my new life

Alone, cold

No promises

For tomorrow

No place with you

Snatched up

From my very


Taking out a scoop

From my chest

No blood to run out

Just an empty

Throbbing cavity

Bereft of what once

Made me alive

Gone is my heart

Gone are you

GONE, Gone, gone

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