Grasping at sand,
this dark hole,
this empty being.
this cold lifeless soul.
I see your eyes.
The one I hurt.

Again, again and surely again,
the tears will make play.
With a kind wipe, of your porcelain skin,
I walk, with the last taste of you, away.

With foot drug pace, I am pulled where I belong.
Into myself.
Alone.

Passed from my lips,
with a wishful whisper,
again your name.

Love, has me lost.