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

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