You've seen everything through my pulse, and
Yet I've lost sight in this empty cavity
A hole, hollow and holistic
Wholehearted and devoid of warmth
As if to thaw on a bed of roses
It feels graceful, tragic,

Reflective of Being
The bane of empathy
The sting of truth and honesty
Respective of living, living;

Eventually You will be replaced
In this heart shaped hole in my chest
Wholeheartedly