All that is left of you now
Are the footprints on my soul.
I search my mind for the memories
Of your smile and tears.
Instead, I am greeted by silence.
That ugly, cancerous sea of emptiness.
The place where one would store their love, I think.
I do not know.
Maybe I renounce you so fast not to even notice,
Maybe I am horrified of the fear,
That I shed your voice and warmth as well.
All that is left of you,
Now,
Are the footprints in the sand.
And when the sea washes them away,
I will blame myself for not stopping the current.
Am I too old now? Useless?
To keep good love from turning sour?
To have a hand that holds mine?
To feel?
God!
All I ask is to feel,
What the world around me praises and wants.
How have I made my heart numb to it?
I stand alone,
Again and again,
At the shore where even the sea dares not touch me
Trying out footprints others left
Never finding the ones that match.
