These old bones
that I have selfishly made
my only home
carry me to places
of the unknown.
They take me far away,
the place I'd spent most
of my days one year.
But I am greeted with
emptiness and regret.
I search the dirt sands,
digging with my weak hands.
My tears make puddles
that turn into mud.
I scream your name,
the words only met with
my heart like blank duds.
I stand and clean the dirt off.
I am no longer needed here,
so my feet take off.
I end up near the place
that I first started.
Heart in a race,
I find your face.
"Can't you see?
People can change.
Why didn't you tell me
instead of playing a game
of hide and seek?"
But I'm only met
with a pistol to my brain.
With my body riddled with meek,
I find that this bridge is nothing
but ashes under your feet.
Tears fall from my eyes,
the eyes that tries but never finds
what my heart yearns to meet.
I will spend a lifetime
using the liquid unseen,
trying to wash away
the blackened dust
for being someone
you will never
trust.