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.