I sit here, hand shaking.
To think I'd almost forgotten
What it felt like to speak
In the only way I know how.
Determined to remember the day
That turned my world black.
That day, I told her I loved her.
It hadn't been the first time,
And I doubted it would be the last.
But that day she said nothing.
Her frosted lips quivered
Her midnight eyes went wide.
That day, her soul stopped showing.
That day, I stopped speaking.
The more she ran, the less I saw.
The less I spoke, the more I forgot.
"You've lost your heart."
"No, I've lost my world."
That was the last song my heart sang.
The more the music faded,
The more I forgot I had a voice,
That I had the pen.
Paper blew away, rusted and decayed.
I hid away like the tumbleweeds buried
Deep within my thoughts, my heart.
She saw my rain fall, the blood
Slipping through my fingers.
She took my face in her gently hands.
Her soft butterfly lips pressed against mine.
My already flooded, tear stained eyes
Refused to see.
To watch her walk away again.
So today, I've written
What I need to remember,
And place these drowning words
between the hands I once held.
I speak only to scream
The sorrows of your name.
And my once blinded eyes watch
As they lower your soul to the heavens,
To my hell.
