Bleed

I'm emotional, sitting alone in this space,
Watching you beside me,
But I'm alone here, you have dissipated,
Yet in nothingness you have left your being.

I'm lost, in words, and feelings
And your shadow still remains,
Even though your not here with me,
But you were never really here it seems.

How is it though, that your footsteps stay behind,
They are plastered, and deep,
And I can't even stand to watch them,
Because their prints give me something I don't need.

Their prints leave all of you here,
Your memories, scent, touch, kiss
They stay, lingering behind you
And that feeling, knowing you aren't moistens my lips.

I cannot even reach out my hand,
To touch the sand you're in
Because if I did, I'd lose myself,
And sink quickly there in.

So, now I just watch the prints, sitting here by myself,
I see you standing in them
Watching me, touching, feeling
Again and then again.

I've let that feeling caress me,
I've let it sting and stab me deep,
Now, the longing comes as I watch the empty prints,
And the shadow that once was your being.

I've gone too far, and said too much
And now I cannot take it back,
Part of me will always be in you,
And that part, no matter what I cannot get back.

Still I stand, in loneliness and emptiness
And watch your dissipated, displaced being,
And I see the footprints, them deep in the sand,
And I keep watching the prints while inside I bleed.