There’s an indentation, the absence of a mark that should rest on the lines of my soul
A weightless shell, empty and without inward form, lacking design and longing for purpose
A quiet whisper known only to the wind, long gone before the realization hits
Leaving the echo of your words bouncing off these walls we’d built
The dreams we created, brick and mortar dripping with the lies that once glued us together
You leave behind chasms of sorrow
Deep seeded loss reaching every red blood cell, tinting them white
The knowledge that what once was a known, now betrays
Preparing for the fight
But the heart stills its beat, the lungs sting without oxygen
It never fails, every damn time
Just when the next action is assured, the memories cling with sharpened nails
When you are by my side, with bloodshot eyes
I see it clearly, like the finest crystal on display
Locked in a cabinet for sale by owner
The only sign that remains
A future left in doubt
A past no longer claimed
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