Not a word spoken.
Not a word to speak.
A single glance that lingers, at what once was.
A image of oneself,
A love we thought would last.
In its place an unmet desire,
To be complete,
To be full again.

The darkness that surrounds my heart.
A welcoming evil grin.
The shadow that clouds the light,
not of my own, But the fear that stands before me,
that rules me.

An empty shell of a former self.
For you have stolen what was left.
The last of my soul I gave to you.

As time passes all hope fades.
A quiet sound this emptiness brings.
A single  prayer seeps through,
Only but a whisper.
That as time and hope begins to dull,
I may finally be able to let go