droplets of dark
fill a pool of sorrow
those forgotten pangs
return to haunt
the sound of your voice
with your touch on my hip
and i am nothing.
like melted ice
in a puddle on the floor
how do i return
and where do i begin
hurting so deep
like a forgotten soul
and i am nothing.
emptied beer bottle
standing abandoned and lone
heart scraping the floor
tears stand barren
and not withstanding the force
crying seems not an option
and i am nothing.