A person’s absence
Shows me the way
To the ruins

Where my skin feels loose
My eyes feels heavy
My intentions are to say goodbye

I want to leave the ruins
The way you left
My fear consumes the idea

It’s easier to stay and face the music than to leave and release vultures on my coherency

Together doesn’t carry the same weight
And I stare into your eyes
And the heart begins to fade
I feel it deeply within my chest
An empty canvas
An empty mess
You say to me that you feel numb
I understand
I come undone
I wish you’d tell me what eats away
At the gentle soul
At the words you say

I realize today
That emotion is always fleeting
As are the people
And the places
And the meanings
You were always meant to leave
I was never meant to stay
He wants to move on
She takes it day by day
And as I wait for the next ending
I can only hope for a new beginning

Allowing light to dance upon the marble rings of a beating tune,
The hole in the tree was made for me and for you.
To warm my shade, a hollow brigade of disdain, pained by the shallow dreams of a young man.  
A young man who’s life may be nothing with, nothing without, or possibly everything as a result of the playful light strand.
Gleaming with joy, woe is he who tastes the bitter butter of false promises.
For promises made to him, by him, for him, lead to gods and goddesses.
Giving life to the tree - taking life.
And with the butter, I take thee to a hot knife.