EMPTY

after the pink of romance

I looked into the eyes

of a painfully wrought love

and with the cold, starry hope of youth

hoped to find

what some call love

and when my heart was wrung

and dry

still I opened my hands

but tonight I find I have no tears

they have been shed

behind me

into the night I ask God

if there is something

I lack

and the empty silence shouts

that this empty, aching journey

is life