Broken conversations,
empty lungs,
doors half open,
hearts almost out of love.

We used to talk of how
we used to be infinite.
But now every second now feels
like a stroke against an unforgiving current.

Our conversations broke
as the flaws of our souls
fell through the cracks of this glass foundation.

These upset words that escaped you
left the air around me a little sad,
a little awake,
and with a lot of echoes.

My lungs went empty
talking you down.

I left the door open for you.
So you can walk in
and slip in quietly-
I won't say a word.

And this heart could never go empty,
not mine.
Yours,
at this point,
I know not.

Flowers never lost their color
as long as you walked this earth.

there's nothing
it is a void of space
the only reminder of life
is the breath that passes your face

there's silence
it is an echoing of tears
the memories and happiness
is the forgotten love, it sneers

there's pain
it is a drowning fate
the lost and the goodbyes
is the relationship that is too late

there's gravity...
it holds infinity here
the small speck of life
is the equation that we hear