There you lay.
The paisley pattern of endless vacancy
death had left on your lips.
Never again will you see and feel the
infinite love I have in my heart for you.
I look at you though and not a thing
comes to mind.
I stand, my stare brimming with vacuity
and quiet tears tickling my cheeks as they
fall onto your skin.
Funny.
Almost as if those tears hoped they'd
persuade your soul to come back to your
lifeless body where it rest.
But it's gone.
I am here, my heart with you.
I guess in a way that makes us the same.
We're both trapped in a cold case of despair
and loneliness.
But I loved you then and I'll love you
now.
And with that, I will go home.
I will trace along the marks your lips once made
from ear to ear with the blade
that will lead me back.
Back to your spirit's warm embrace.
The feeling I will recognize and cherish once again.