Broad-shoulder'd I,
stride amongst the ruins,
of what I had bled.
Brush off the ashes,
of love letters burn'd,
and dreams torn apart.
I clasp unto my own hand,
guide myself through the thorns.
You were not there.
I washed away,
the devices you left,
upon my mirrors and walls.
I took the punches,
display'd as trophy,
of my victory over grief.
I conceal'd the tear as it fell,
and smil'd like it didn't hurt.
You were not there.
Each day I float away.
Amongst the stars of forgetting.
Through the universe we marvel'd at.
Dissolving away my love into the cold.
I was the star that burn'd for you.
You were not there.