Empty

Cardboard cutouts line the walls
Replacing the faces once known
And treasured to me. No longer
Are they with me now, I'm alone.

Smiles planted upon pictures
In the absence of the ones real.
The past repeats within mind,
Clinging to the memories I feel.

Her face echo's in my mind;
Her voice I see over and again.
The past representation of the
Future battles beginning within.

The impossible now comes to
Being possible and now all life
Is turning backwards still. I'm
Completely incomplete in strife.