where once all of our dreams were tightly moored
is now a a lighthouse for every fruitless hope
where every waking breath makes me unable to cope.
Like a leaf abandoned brusquely by the vine
twirling on a calamitous wind not of my design
until the dirt swallows me and I am drowned
and into the cold lonely Earth I become bound.
Where once your heart might have sustained
mine own poetic beating ever unrefrained
now I must seek solace in wholly still air
and lie to myself about why you are no longer there.
Your legacy of empty words ring loudly in my head
making me doubt every fearful step that I tread
but it's love and not anger that hastens my peace
only then will this wounded uncertainty finally cease.
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