At the end there is emptiness...
To remind me you were real;
Just a hollow where hurt resides,
After all the layers have been peeled.
A river of salt still stains my cheek,
Residues of stray tears that died;
And with all the memories laid out,
There’s a void that won’t be denied.
Of walls, withered and bare,
Of broken windows with jagged frames,
I stand testimony to what has become
Of a burning love gone up in flames.
And after the dust has settled,
As the foot prints begin to fade,
The body stays, plundered of the soul -
Sleep walking on the edge of the blade.
And at the end there is emptiness...
Just a scar from a heart at war;
Then, there’s calm in this hallowed wreck,
To remind me it was you I fought for.