I'm ripping myself apart again, as the wind continues to call my name. Its presence subdues me Maybe I can be myself again? But then I realize, There is no self Only hollow grounds And I play catch in the hole. I'd rather something pull me up But there is no such grasp. My love bids farewell, As I shed inner tears. I know it to be temporary. Nothing lasts forever And nothing really matters. As if the pain could overcome my numbness, I most likely wanted this. My love, my ache, my other regret. If I was dead before, I am still so now. At least this painful void is gone, And you helped me set it free. I thank you again for the remembrance And I hope this all makes sense. But my place remains the same Where do I go from here?